Nightpaw let out an angry hiss and stumbled up, staring at him with hatred in her eyes. The slash on her face had barely scratched her nose and the clawing at her flank hardly bled due to her thick fur; Icepaw's attacks were clumsy with rage. Her paw, though, felt like it had just been stomped on by a bear. I can't fight him. Stormleap barely taught me before he died... She knew she would have to stay on the defensive until the warriors dragged this pathetic excuse for a cat away. She glared at him through narrowed eyes, watching his every move.