Everything is Turning (c)

Gender: Female
Rank: T3 Warrior

(HELP. I didn't realize it was my turn to post. So sorry!!!)

Nectarflower blinked calmly as the Thunderclan cat dealt the final blow, spilling hot blood to the ground where it slowly began to seep into the peaty soil. With the eagle still and very dead, the worst of the threat had passed. However, there was still the matter of the massive Thunderclanner before them. Nectarflower hadn't met the she-cat before, but she vaguely recalled seeing her at recent gatherings. Wasn't she an apprentice? Great Starclan, she was massive.

Regardless, the warrior's eyes narrowed, the eagle was Windclan's. Despite the size difference, it was two against one and, unfortunately for the Thunderclanner, they were unharmed. No matter how large she was, this wouldn't be a fight she could win. As she opened her jaws to express such, Tallpaw lunged for the young she-cat, his claws easily slicing through tender flesh. Biting back a snarl, Nectarflower shoved her way between the two cats, her tail lashing.

Green eyes glimmering, she stared at Tallpaw disapprovingly. "Sheathe your claws." She hissed out. Then, facing the Thunderclanner, she added, "Our clans are already on the brink of starvation. Do you really want to add war to our list of worries?" Bristling, the tortoiseshell warrior eyed the eagle. She would give the she-cat one chance for a peaceful resolution. Hopefully, she would realize that it wouldn't end well should she chose to fight.

However, as Nectarflower's gaze trailed down the foreign apprentice's body, she felt a pang of sympathy. While she was angry, she couldn't blame her for trying to feed her clan. With a sigh, she placed a paw on the eagle, claws unsheathed. "I can't let you take this. It was killed on Windclan land, and you would've never taken it down without us." Digging her claws into the socket of the bird's wing, Nectarflower pulled hard, tearing the wing from its body.

"I will let you take a wing. It's more than fair considering you trespassed." Her clanmates would disapprove if they heard of this, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Compassion for their fellow clans would get them through this famine. Fighting would only make things worse - that, she was certain of.

Nectarflower has not attacked this turn.

Nectarflower: Moor-runner is active
50/50 HP
103/120 SP

Tallpaw: Moor-runner is active
20/20 HP
36/60 SP

Crocuspaw:
5/20 HP
40/60 SP