The two wolves had been snapping valiantly for her neck. Now they looked confused. They couldn't just leap over or around as if she were a troublesome rock anymore.

Crescentsky was disoriented as well. The change had happened so fast. Being in such a sizeable body wasn't easy to adjust to.

But she could see and feel just fine, so she planted her hefty paws and looked at the two wolves.

"Get out," the Riverclan warrior said in her wolfish voice, which rumbled and vibrated deep in her chest. The two didn't respond.

Had they understood her or not? One of them moved to peer around her shoulder, while the other turned its muzzle to the side as if bored.

Had they even noticed the transformation? They must have.

So could they not understand it, or did they just not care?

Surely I smell different than they do. Their scents were overpowering and dank, pure canine and predator-ish.

Maybe I could show them rather than tell them that this is my clan's territory.

Crescentsky's heart fluttered apprehensively, as she realized that she had no idea what she was doing.

Tinyflame was waiting for something to happen as well, it seemed. Behind Crescentsky, she was partly submerged in the overcast shadow of an elm tree with creeping ivy. Her haunches were pressed against the earth uncertainly, and she looked as small as a squirrel.

When the wolf who'd been looking around her shoulder side-stepped in order to get to Tinyflame, Crescentsky shoved back hard.

She was met with a deep-throated growl. It vibrated from the wolf's throat to his abdomen, so that she nearly flinched back from the formidable volume of it.

You're not touching my sister or my clanmates! I don't care how skinny you are. Just leave and go hunt a rabbit!

The two wolves showed their teeth, and lifted their tails higher. She knew what that meant.

They're threatening me. I can do that too, though. Crescentsky tried to growl with the rumbling reverberation that a throaty wolf growl held. But it felt so strange and vibratory that she cut it off partway.

To them, it probably seemed as if she were guarding her own prey. She nearly shuddered, repulsed.

Then Crescentsky showed her wolf teeth, and was shocked by how much air streamed against her gums. There was so much sheer surface on her muzzle now. Her fangs were long and gleaming, curvy and white as a crescent moon. Her velvety wolf muzzle stretched more than twice as long, so that she could fit her entire mouth across a cat's back.

She snapped down on one of their muzzles without hesitating. They were so in her space now that she didn't even have to step forward. The receiving grey wolf snarled and flattened its ears, cowering away as if it hadn't expected such retaliation.

I just have to bite them. Just like I use my jaws instead of my paws in order to catch prey now. She lifted her thick wolf tail, which felt heavy and dense, nothing like her wispy cat tail was.

"Get out. Leave now." Crescentsky insisted in her guttural voice again. It was still in the cat language, but held none of the clarity that a cat's voice did.

The two wolves didn't seem to hesitate this time. They ignored her gnarled, grating words. Both advanced with their muzzles lowered. It was a strategic effort in order to protect their softer throats.

Crescentsky backpedaled and did the same. She felt sure that if Tinyflame was still there, she would've been stepped on by huge hindpaws.

Good. If Tinyflame got away then that makes things easier.

Crescentsky's triangular wolf ears were angled back uneasily, however.

Two of them and one of me... and I don't even know how to fight in this body. She felt the fur along her spine twitching involuntarily. The other two wolves were the same size as her. Crescentsky side-stepped adversely, trying to lead them away from the Riverclan camp instead of assailing them head on.

They didn't follow her. Instead one made for the camp entrance, and the other trotted behind on confident foot-falls.

No! She lunged for them.

Crescentsky tripped after she failed to fully extend both of her elongated forelegs. It was still super weird being the same height and length as such a substantial creature. And so her furry chest hit the earth and slid across it, bowling into one set of hindlegs and knocking a single wolf from its paws.

The second one was hit by the first one's blocky skull, and stumbled. They fell on top of her immediately, one of them barking an offended warning and the other snarling in her face before placing well-aimed grappling bites along her jaw.

Crescentsky felt her muzzle getting torn. Fangs were digging into her flesh, leaving rivulets of flowing blood where healthy, closed sinew had been.

She didn't like the sensation of her own hot blood running down her chin, to say the least.

The Riverclan warrior tried to stand up by flexing her legs. But her muzzle was being assailed fast, and she couldn't think to bite back. She couldn't even see anything, save for the flashing of yellow-stained teeth and ruffled grey fur.

And then trying to defend with her legs, not her teeth, failed her. Her hind-legs scrabbled against the ground, her blunt front claws scraping through the other wolf's fur fruitlessly.

Oops. I have to use my teeth, not my claws!

The wolf serrating her muzzle had now pinned her with its jaw. By this point, she had too many bite-wounds to count. Blood soaked the front half of her head.

Writhing and kicking with the dirt being ground into one side of her face, Crescentsky finally tore her maw free and snapped for its ear, latching on. She rose up, and the animal raised its huge chest to meet her.

She could feel the power of their bodies thrashing as each of them fought to gain control. Legs scrambled while claws scratched, teeth snapped while blood spewed. The second wolf leaned forward to land a cruel bite on her belly, and she nearly curled into herself with agony. But Crescentsky could feel her teeth almost meeting together in the first wolf's ears.

Don't let go! Her mind screamed, and adrenaline coursed through every rivulet in her veins. Blood was leaking into her mouth with a satisfying pulse, tangy with a hint of copper.

She was forced to let go when the second wolf bit her in the haunch so hard that it nearly brushed bone. Almost cursing, she turned on that one and crushed her jaws around its foreleg, despite the fact that it was now gripping her scruff in its barbed teeth.

My hind-leg is destroyed. She could feel warm, wet blood running down her foot as she was shaken back and forth.

But the first wolf had had enough. It left a bloody trail with the split wound from its flopping ear-tip, panting and lop-sided as it sauntered away.

One of them is leaving!

Crescentsky watched its bony haunches retreat from the camp entrance clearing before it disappeared behind some shrubbery, toward Shadowclan's territory.

A sharp sting of pain across her face brought her back into to focus.

The remaining wolf had split her brow. A crimson wound was sending a thin line of blood down and around her eyes instantaneously.

It continued its valiant assault, snapping for the softer flesh around Crescentsky's throat. She ducked her head, falling backwards into a gully and slipping amongst some dead leaves.

Crescentsky lept to her paws immediately. The pinch of pain in her bitten haunch caused a powerful nausea to roll inside her belly. It was so unbearable that she paused, lifted her hind-leg to a higher position, and then surged forward.

The wolf thought it was rid of her, and so it was slipping its first set of forelegs over the camp wall's tattered entrance when she cleared the rise. Crescentsky rapidly limped across the torn and bloody grass, catching up and snatching the very end of its tail in-between her teeth.

The wolf turned on her in a flurry, its whine laced with distress, then sharpening into an outraged snarl.

Broad shoulders fell down onto one side of the den entrance, crushing it as Crescentsky dragged the wolf backwards by its tail. Just like it had done to her earlier.

Doesn't feel as good when it happens to you, does it?

Her satisfaction was short-lived. She only managed a few inches. The young warrior had blood seeping into one eye, and her breathing had long grown tattered.

She let go when the wolf nearly hit her good eye with its frantic gnashing teeth. Since the predator was already partway on the ground, she took the opportunity to pounce on top of it before it could stand up.

Her body felt heavier than a star, wider than a tree-trunk. She let all of her weight sink against the animal's spine. Crescentsky's breath was so deep and rapid that she couldn't speak if she had wanted to. But still, she startled when it twisted its neck to look up at her. It was genuinely wary of her now- that, or the situation it had found itself in.

If Crescentsky would've had time to think such a thing, she'd have known that the clan was watching what was happening right now.

With a pounding heart full of adrenaline that matched the other wolves, she leaned down and showed her teeth in the creatures face, meeting its yellow eye.

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