GoldHolly sighed, peering up at Swiftskies. She suddenly felt... Drawn. To talk to this she-cat. "Perhaps, we should speak again... some time, in the forest." She murmured softly, deciding it would be better off than coming here. She, of course, did not care if it would break the rules of StarClan to cross territories, nor did she care. If she were to be exiled or killed for it, it would be useful to her. Then came a final snicker from one of the other MoonClan warriors. "And what? Feed her deathberries and watch her die?" They said loudly, trying to accuse GoldHolly to murder the other cat. GoldHolly's eys grimaced at their words, and she unsheathed her claws, ripping up the grass that was under her paws, scrunching up her face with anger of the cats, who turned flat-faced and looked away innocently.