A Hunt of Foreboding (CLOSED)

"Don't mistake my concern for you as weakness. Your threats mean nothing to me, but I doubt the clan would handle you well." Nutfur's voice was low as she spoke, threatening but also concerned. Hopefully Shadefang got the message. If he did anything more to show that his situation was out of her paws, she wouldn't hesitate to tell. Hopefully that wouldn't happen. Hopefully, she could figure out a solution first. After the warrior walked away, she ran over to the scared form of Spotfur, who seemed almost shaking with fear. "Darling, don't worry about me. I can handle myself pretty well. Don't forget that I've fought plenty enough times to know how to avoid a killing blow. I just don't think the clan would be safe if he had any more reason to be angry. Apprentices, kits, and young warrior would be in danger if Jaystar punished him enough to get him that angry. I'll think of something soon, but for now, don't worry about me or Shadefang."