Rogue's attack.

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Silverstream padded along the pines. She was in a hunting patrol with other shadowclan cats. Suddenly she was bowled over. "What th-" She hissed. A group of rogue's burst out of the pines. The hunting patrol and rogues were suddely a tight, squrming, ball of tooth and claw.

come on he is chasing us

Silverstream still in shock, jusp stood there like an oaf.

water grabing her triped and fell and was hurt

~WoW! GRAMMER MISTAKES!~ Silverstream sat there like an oaf.

[sorry] water could still get up she grabed her and ran

Silverstream let herself be draged like an oaf.

[no more being an oaf] come one run

Brightstar watched Watershred's back, raining blows on the rogue from time to time.

Silverstream stared at a tree. She was still an oaf.

Tawnypelt (who had been...hunting?) had followed the sounds of fighting and, well, yelling and arguing (a lot of "No!"s and "Yes!"s had been heard) and saw Silverstream getting dragged by Watershred, and Brightstar trying to keep back some kind of hulking figure.

"Why is Silverstream involved in these kinds of situations...always?" she muttered to herself, and launched onto the dark figure (which was actually a cat) and dug her claws deep. "Stop you ignorant dungbrain! What are you doing?!" she exclaimed at the unfamiliar cat.

Nightfrost growled at the spporching cat, but stopped suddenly as she realized it was Tawnypelt. "This mangy, flea bitten rouge," spitting it out like a bad word "attacked Silverstream." she snarled.

"And I bit back." Silverstream mewed, padding up to the cats.