Option 3 was chosen

Nightstream gulped and padded over to Heathersong. The she-cat looked over, "What do you want?" The deputy glared. "I think I know where Goldstar is." Nightstream admitted. The deputy glared suspiciously, "And how do you that." "Where?" Gingerpaw asked. "I could smell his scent in the forest." Heathersong growled, "Fine, let's go." Nightstream padded ahead of them, leading the way. A sudden scent came upon her nose. Blood. Her ears pricked and her fur bristled. Gingerpaw stemmed hesitant and Heathersong growled again. Nightstream broke away from the group, rushing ahead. "Hey come back!" Heathersong hissed. The black she-cat didn't stop, ripping up dirt with her claws as she ran. She skidded to halt and looked at the scene before her. Ridgedleaf growled at a cat infront of him. There was a cut on his shoulder, goozing with blood. Nightstream flattened her ears, her eyes wide with panic. A battle call came from behind her. Heathersong launched herself into battle, her claws extended. Gingerpaw bounded over to Nightstream, her pelt brisitiling. The stranger growled and flicked his tail. A few more cats emerged from the shadows, their teeth bared. Nightstream started to back away, she wasn't used to fights but she had to something.

1: Run away to camp

2: Jump into battle