(Sure, and its Blu, not Blue. Lol, I know its hard to type because even I do that sometimes

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Shadowpaw's eyes grew cold and he turned to look at Stonepelt. He shivered with excitement and gave a small purr, his claws extending and digging into the ground.
Tonight... he thought, before snapping out of his deathly trance and turned back round to Starlingheart, quickly licking her ear a few times before turning to look at Jaystar and Shadowwhisper.
Just outside of the camp entrance the unforgettable sound of a fox yowling sounded, along with the unmistakable yowl of a battle cry.
"Bandit! Don't! It will kill you!" The distressed voice of a beautiful white she-cat with long fur and a red tabby tail and ears as she backed away into some bushes.
"Stay away Jasmine!" the handsome hiss of a regular sized young tom with splotches of gray tabby markings answered, as a fox withdrew from the toms slashing claws, inches from its eyes as the stunning tom darted in front of his younger sister, shielding her from the angered fox.
"Let me help you!" Jasmine cried, jumping away more as her protective brother slashed at the fox again, trying to keep it at bay.
"No, Its my job to protect you," Bandit hissed again, jumping at the fox as it launched at his sister again, the two creatures met in mid air, hooking around each other. Bandit screeching in anger and the fox growling as it tried to bite at handsome tom, getting a hold of his arm as Bandit clutched down on the foxes cheek. The fox jerked its head back, ripping the tom off him and throwing him into a tree trunk, before letting out a scream of pain when it realized that the tom had taken away a large chunk of his cheek. Bandit hit the tree with a small thump and fell to the ground. In a flash Jasmine bounded forward, skidding on the dirt and in a fury of angry claws she began scratching at the foxes face, until finally it turned and ran off. Slowly Jasmine turned to see her brother was already crawling back to his paws, a cut leaking blood under his cheek, nothing to serious and would heal without a scar, and a wound on hid leg where the fox had grabbed him had a reasonable, but not deep gash on it.
"Are you alright?" Jasmine mewed, padding swiftly to her brothers side to lick at his cuts. She knew he would say he was, the only time she had seen him show real pain was when there parents died, but now he was always putting on a brave face.
"Yeah, where do you think we are?" he asked, turning to look at a hole in front of them, tufts of cat fur was caught on the branches and the strong scent of cat made him bristle with alarm.
(They should come out and investigate, the meeting is almost over isn't it?)