LeonIva and SwiftPaw, who had followed the two hens from camp, perched frozen in the trees near IronKill, StoneCurse and NightWhisper. The pair, along with MoonGlow and SilverSong, had been following as many birds out of camp as they could ever since the DSC attack. It was hard to do it along with their normal tasks, and SwiftPaw ended up pretty tired out. LeonIva knew that the clumsy cockerel was bound to make a stupid mistake sometime, and he prayed silently to StarClan that it wouldn't happen now. They were hidden well; they both had dark feathers and there was thick leaf cover. But SwiftPaw had to struggle to not jump down and slice off IronKill's head. He was itching for a fight, and in his mind, he could easily take on the whole of BloodClan. LeonIva motioned for them to go back to WingClan with a slight shifting of his wings, but his companion responded with a shake of his head, wanting to stay and watch the fight. Oh, dear StarClan.... LeonIva thought, closing his eyes.