The fox screeched in agony. He reared, barely able to throw off the cats as he sprinted away, tail between his legs. He was going towards twoleg territory. They would take care of him... hopefully in a way that hurt.
Dogstrike landed on the ground panting. He smiled at the two apprentices. "You two did really well" he said, his eyes shining. "Frostpaw, I will be talking to Gladestar about you becoming a warrior."