Duskfeather couldn't move. He was frozen with so much pain, guilt and fear he couldn't even manage to unsheath his claws.
Ravenclaw snarled, "Go away, you bag of fleas!"
Nanoa turned to him. "I've been here since before your great grandfather was kitted!" She roared, swiping at him, "You go away!"
Duskfeather yowled in pain as Nanoa's claws scored across his chest. Blood welled up and spilled down his fur. He snapped out of his paralyzis, and lunged.
Nanoa swiped again, flinging Duskfeather against a tree. He slid to the ground, and didn't move.
Ravenclaw bristled.