Embers looked at the root and showed on it. She got through it and fled. Still screeching. She crashed into a cat, a rogue. "This is Tribe territory!" She hissed at him. He turned to her and mewed, "You can't defend it. You can barely walk." She howled for help and lunged at him favoring her uninjured side.
She yelled again and scratched the Tom. He sent her reeling and she caught herself and pulled onto her paws ready to fight again.
Lion surged ahead of Dawn, the large tom tackling the rogue. His long claws raked down the foreign cats side, sending it screeching through the woods.
Embers looked at Lion and was about to thank him when another cat jumped on her back. She glared at the cat and rolled her off. Her blood was pouring from wounds inflicted by the other cat and she swiped at the other cat, a she-cat this time. She flipped back her ears, ready to pounce again.
“What is it,” Lion grunted as he slammed the she-cat against a large popular tree, “draw blood day.” He grabbed the rogues scruff in his jaws and flung her several feet away, watching as she shook her head and dashed into the surrounding forest.
Once more a cat leapt at Embers and mewed at her, "We have orders to murder you! We'll follow them, no matter what! Shadow says so."
Lion intercepted him, wrapping his forepaws behind the rogues shoulders, before raking his exposed belly, then grabbing his scruff, gave him a similar farewell to the she-cat.
