Paranoia Agent // Marrow; OPEN

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The she-cat was padding through the long grass near the edge of the forest, taking in the different scents around her. She had just wanted to get away as things seemed to crush down on her all at once, and she wasn't about to speak with her family about things. They had their own lives why should she dull them even more with her feelings, she took a deep breath in letting it out in a sigh as she continued forward not particularly paying attention to the sounds in her surroundings as she should have been maybe then she would have noticed the silence. As the sun caught the red in her pelt she had no worry as the field grass was long enough to cover her but the view of the forest beside her was open. Its not like she blended with the greens and browns there its why she hunted the field in green leaf, she shook out her pelt a little dislodging a bit of dirt that was clinging to her from her run here.

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Fallenpetals eyes flew open wide as she felt the impact on her back letting out a hiss of pain as claws were raked through her pelt her body switching from inner worry to one of adrenaline kicking in her need for survival letting out a growl as she forced herself to move facing her attacker. Who stood to her left at least it wasn't cutting off her escape to the training hollow which would lead her to Sunchasers meadow and back to camp she could feel her wounds leaking but right now she couldn't stop it not without help; and that could only be received if she could escape this cat. As she took a shaky breath to steady herself tan eyes snapping to the face of the much larger cat now in front of her, teeth baring in a snarl she began to back away. With her wounds she wasn't sure if should fight against it but she would try and fight back if it attacked again. She let out a warning growl eyes focused solely on this cat as she breathed in she picked up the scent of Moonclan but she had never seen this cat before wearily she wanted to go for help if a Moonclanner was on their land they needed to be removed and to have attacked her unprovoked well how well was this going to go over.

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Her eyes darkened in anger "That was a cheap hit, and you know it." she growled her paws stopping her retreat "Too much of a squirrel to fight a cat at full strength, had to rely on fox-hearted ways. What fox dung pile did you crawl out of." she hissed teeth snapping with her words, she didn't genuinely want an answer she just wanted to retaliate.
Why can't I place, ever seeing this cat? she questioned herself as she stared coldly at the larger cat in front of her. "There's no honour in attacking an unsuspecting warrior, crawl back in your hole." she spat her claws snapping out into the ground below her tearing up the earth in her frustration. She wanted to swipe back to lay some mark upon the fox-hearted beast in front of her but its missing eye already told her it had fought before and if it looked like that she felt sorry for the cat that crossed it. Her muscles tightened as she pushed herself into a fighting stance so she had a chance to fight back she felt the pull of her wounds but ignored them tan eyes darkened to deep brown.

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He had planned to be tactical about this. Planned to jump in and be just a little surprising so he could drag Fallenpetal back to camp before anything could get worse. They'd lost too many cats lately, and he wasn't about to let Lightmist and his siblings lose a family member. Not on top of Lightmist having lost his mentor so recently. He didn't know why Fallenpetal was out here alone, and it didn't matter, either. He himself was just out there because camp was too... different now. He needed to keep his mind off of losing his mother.

That was the exact problem he ran into, though. The Moon-smelling cat had said Beestar's name so coldly, it froze and boiled Honeyflare's blood all at once. Maybe later he'd remember that she hadn't smelled of MoonClan, maybe later he'd wonder how a MoonClan cat would know about that, maybe later he'd think-. But it wasn't later yet. No, instead, his paws moved of their own volition, leaping onto the other cat's back and raking his claws down the scarred side of its face, tearing flesh from its ear to just past its shoulder.

Continuing to ride that adrenaline, he leapt off of its back and in front of Fallenpetal, making a defensive barrier of his body. “You don't get to talk about her!,” he raged, teeth bared and fur twice his size. “Get out of here, now. I don't know what your plan is, but you don't get to come into our home just to attack cats who haven't done anything to you!”

Well, he was still alive. A critical step in how to proceed. He gasped with the pain, the haze of emotion now spread thin with the shock of a combat more intense than anything he'd ever known. The fox had been gentler. His back, his thigh, his ear - they all screamed, warming up as if to let him know he was bleeding. As if Honeyflare couldn't guess that. Still, future scars were the clarity he needed in that moment. He and Fallenpetal had to get out soon before things made a turn for the worst. With a cat like this prowling around on SunClan territory, everyone needed to know. Everyone was in danger now.

“I don't have to prove anything to you,” he growled, not dropping any trace of that aggressive body language. While he was sure this other cat knew that he wanted to escape, he wouldn't give it the pleasure of seeing him like a terrified kit. No, instead he forced himself on the attack again, ignoring the protest his body so reasonably held. Honeyflare lunged back at Marrow, biting the bigger cat's neck as a hold while he tore his paw down across the cat's other eye. He wasn't trying to blind it, but with blood dripping down its one good eye, he figured it'd be a good distraction. For good measure, he swiped across its nose and muzzle, too, before this time retreating behind Fallenpetal to pull her away from the scene.

He only hoped she'd see reason.

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Fallenpetal was shocked that one of her clanmates had been so near, had she really not paid that much attention that she couldn't tell that there was someone tailing her and another close enough to attack her... She felt humiliated her fighting stance remained even after the fight between Honeyflare and it. When Honeyflare managed his last attack and was attempting to pull her away her breath came out in a warm huff she wanted to sink her claws in at least once but her body was already at its limit her wounds ached as her muscles pulled in her fighting stance. She reluctantly moved back once more slowly making sure that the cat before them wasn't going to follow them. Her frustration seen clearly in her darkened eyes but she allowed herself to be pulled back so that they could warn their clan and get their wounds treated.

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The impact and cuts drew another hiss from him, but he wouldn't be stubborn to the point of death. Not this time. Not with Fallenpetal already seeming to be resigned to their retreat. No, he'd have to cut his losses. A dramatic part of him, the part of him that was frightened from his first encounter with so much of his own blood, wondered if he'd be able to smell anything but his own blood again. Wondered if their new medicine cat would be able to keep the disobedient blood in his defiant body, to keep his life away from the stars.

That anxiety churned in the background of his brain, but his fighting posture didn't fade. He carried it with him, beginning his own exit with the attempt to help Fallenpetal make it back to camp. “Good luck,” he growled in the loner's direction. He wouldn't engage it physically again, but Honeyflare had a history for having to snap back when prodded.