Thrushfur was ready to battle. His hackles raised, he was about to attack a rouge cat from behind. He was just going to jump on him, when he heard a faint noise behind him. He looked in the direction of the noise to see two kits, scared, with a big, black rouge approaching them, snarling, ready to kill.
"JADEKIT, BREEZEKIT, ARE YOU MOUSE-BRAINED?!" He screamed after them, running towards them. The large black she-cat looked at him, eyes wide. Thrushfur stood confidently in between the kits and the rouge. He glared angrily at the rouge as she approached him slowly, hackles raised. The kits behind him backed away. Suddenly, the rouge tackled Thrushfur, hissing. The cat on top of him was much larger than him, and heavier. He was having a hard time getting out of her grasp. He clawed her belly with his back paws to distract her, then pushed her paws off of him. The rouge fell onto her back, but got up before Thrushfur could take advantage. She attacked one of the kits, biting his neck. The