[[what, her running away? yeahh i know. How is the plot supposed to end?]]

"They may be strong, but they have no Clanmates on their side. They have no true reason for their existence, no purpose. If they try and stop anyone who tries to run away I'll flay them." Firesplash snarled, digging her claws into the soil beneath her paws. She knew she might not stand a chance, but she had been trained well by the Clan's deputy, Eagletalon. She knew she was a good warrior, and she might as well try if the need arose. Suddenly, she let go of her tough exterior. It was not that she was really that finicky and bold, she was just scared. She had seen she-cats being forced to have kits, and she was worried she'd be forced. She didn't want kits yet, and not with those mousebrains. Blinking her amber eyes, she cast a look over her shoulder at a she-cat with four kits. Kits she had no choice in having. Then she looked at Slatefur, and huffed.

Firesplash nodded, and purred softly. They would all get out of this. Her amber gaze flickered to the she-cats nursing kits, and the ones with swollen bellies. They would return home and have a healthy life for their kits. The she-cats left to hunt would find a reason to hunt once more, to find joy in feeding others. The toms, whether here at their own will or not, will learn that there is so much more to life. And the Kings would learn they cannot steal lives from innocent cats. "Sounds good." She replied, blinking her gaze away from the half-starved cats here. She turned to Slatefur once more. "But how long is 'until then?'" Her amber gaze was wide. She would want to know, even if not exactly, how long she'd have to endure this. How long she'd have to avoid Snapper and Shard's cruelty. They weren't exactly kind and thankful for her hunting skills. She could still feel the cut on her face where Snapper had slashed her a day earlier.

Firesplash's eyes widened when he mentioned getting in touch with the Clans. "If you get in touch with StreamClan, please find Eagletalon, the deputy. He was my mentor-" She broke off, blinking. "Just tell him I'll be back soon. He was like an older brother to me." She explained, twitching her right ear. "Was this cat your friend?" She prompted, not missing the wistfulness that entered Slatefur's voice and eyes when he spoke of the tom who had disappeared moons ago. She bent her head to lick her chest fur, her eyes flickering to the crowd of cats once more. Still no one watching yet, that was good. Who knows how much trouble they could get in. Snapper was cruel- he'd accuse them of treachery and that would give him an excuse to slash his claws. Of course, they were planning against the Kings, but that was a different matter. Nothing would or could be done yet.