Somberpelt nodded. "Alright. Lets go fight. Practice, I mean."
Fallenstar grunted. "Why don't you just kill her?" He unsheathed his dagger like claws that were gnarled and stained. "You already are an evil cat, so it wont do your reputation harm. She'll be out of your fur."
Tigerkit bounded through the lush, sparkling grass. His eyes narrowed on a mouse. "I'm gonna' get you!!"