Pheonixpaw trotted inbetween trees and over branches. At one point she heard a loud hiss and shrunk backwards. She cautiously padded through a bush and appeared at the entrance of a clearing. There were many different cats in the clearing, fighting. She saw one rake it's claws down another's neck, slicing it open. Pheonixpaw was shocked, yet curious. The feeling where you should look away but you can't.