Midnightsnow|Duskclan Warrior|32 Moons Old|Black and White Tom|Location- Camp|Mention- Shadowstar, Graystripe, Owlstripe, Dawnclan, Slackjaw

As they walked through the forest Midnightsnow looked beside him at Graystripe. The tom had not been a warrior very long, he wondered if his new clanmate was up to the challenge that this war was going to pose. Remembering all of the scars he had littered over his body he recalled some of his old battles, this one was probably going to be tougher than all of them. An evil grin crossed Midnightsnow's face, he always loved a challenge and hopefully Dawnclan had a few good fighters in their midsts.
Coming up behinde Shadowstar he glared at the cats gathering on the other side of the river. A handful he recognised, like Slackjaw and Sunfall, good some good fighters had come.
It caught Midnightsnow off guard when Sunfall, without a warning, sprang across the river and tackled Shadowstar to the ground. Midnightsnow raced forward right behinde Owlstripe.
The tom halted in his tracks as a silver blur attacked Owlstripe attaching itself to the senior warriors leg, Slackjaw!
Midnightsnow jumped forward and biting down hard grabbed onto Slackjaws scruff. Midnightsnow jacket, but couldn't dislodge the tom. Letting go for a split second he started to race his claws across the Dawnclan warriors side.
"Let go of him, you Mousharted fox", Midnightsnow yelled.

Slackjaw | Warrior | Battlefield | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: Midnightsnow, Heatherpaw, Owlstripe, All | Tom |

An angry gaze turned to Midnightsnow, he dared have the audacity to wrack his claws against his body? With a slight growl, the first of the day, he reared his hind legs and kicked him hard in the face, making sure his back claws got him good.

Another feel of claws against his face. He was getting sick of this.. The way he was, there was no way he could be yanked off, even if someone got hold of his back legs. His grip on Owlstripe was simply too strong. He did however, rear up his hindlegs again and kicked this new mousebrained moron who tried to get him like this.

SNAP. An ear perked at the sound... YES he did it! With only his jaw! With this, he let go and turned to Midnightsnow, and just gave a simple hard smack to the face before dashing off, where was Heatherpaw though...? Agile..quick..now his target was someone else... finding Heatherpaw. He called out. He called and called but couldn't find him in the midst of claws and teeth and fur.. "Mousedung!" Though he hadn't noticed.. Heatherpaw had been helping the best he could.. and it was he himself who had left HIM behind..

Midnightsnow|Duskclan Warrior|32 Moons Old|Black and White Tom|Location- Camp|Mention- Slackjaw, Shadowstar

Midnightsnow reared back as Slackjaw kicked him in the face. Shaking his head he could feel a small river of blood running down over his eye. 'That foxhart had used his claws' Midnightsnow growled, wiping away the blood so he could see he was prepared to lunge at the silver Dawnclan warrior again, but as he looked up he felt something hard impact with his head.
Midnightsnow crashed to the ground, dazed. Shaking his head he stood up again, on unsteady paws. He wanted, no he needed to go after Slackjaw,but as he looked to his side he saw Shadowster and instead hurried over to his leader's side.
Still a bit dazed Midnightsnow asked, "Are...are you alright Shadowstar?", it would do none of Duskclan any good if their leader was the first one ot fall, they needed to be vigilant.

Shadowstar|43 moon Heterochromia Black Tom|Duskclan Leader|Location- Border|Mentions- [d]Midnightsnow
"Don't fear the night, for it's the only time you can see the stars."
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Shadowstar was slightly taken aback that the deputy had launched his attack so suddenly, having though the large leader would have had words first. It was that attack that set every cat off. Without hesitation there was chaos. As the cat lunged, Shadowstar shifted, lithe form avoiding the tackle, but getting bumped back, losing his footing and stumbling slightly, dropping from his stand. In flash however, another cat had already lashed towards the deputy, and the fight moved elsewhere. Shaking his head, Shadowstar dipped and dodged, his claws dealing swift but light damage. Yet, as he took a moment to breath, scratched and lost fur marred his own short pelt. Backing up, he bumped Midnightsnow, ears twitching at his words.
"This is ridiculous." He hissed, shaking his head to clear some of the blood trickling down his muzzle. While the tom had been eager to prove his clans worth, the blood spilled...it wasn't going to be worth it. If they won in the end, he could only imagine the hard feelings between the clans after such a furious battle. Swiveling on his paws, his mismatched gaze flashed, his flank against the other warriors to both protect, and fight with him.
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Dustpaw|12 moon Smoky Tom|Duskclan Apprentice|Location- territory|Mentions- [d] Open
"Let's do it anyway!"

Dustpaw had been towards the back of the cats, his eyes wide as the fighting started. It was nothing he had seen before. The yowls, the flying fur. For a moment, he stood in a daze. No amount of training could have prepared the former kitty-pet for this. He could feel his body quivering, taking a few paw-steps forward. He wanted to be a clan cat, he had been working hard for this moment. Yet, no joking words could help here, these cats were out for blood, and he was supposed to be as well. Another step forward, and he was at the fringe of the fighting, yet couldn't force himself to engage, frozen in the pure overwhelming nature of it all.

Silverpaw|Dawnclan Apprentice|13 moon Silver Bengal she-cat|location-Border|Mentions- [d]Open
"I don't deal with cats who can't keep up."

Silverpaw had been one of the first cats to follow Sunfall over the river, not caring what these leaders had to say. They had promised a fight, and she was going to make sure that it happened. Barreling into the first cat she saw, the she-cat attacked with a terrifying ferocity, far to much glee in her moves. So wrapped up in the fighting, she hardly knew friend from foe as her claws flashed this way and that, each blow she took the muscular apprentice returning two-fold. Yet, as wrapped in the fighting she was, her icy glare seemed to be looking for something in particular, a small little apprentice she had promised a clawing.

Slackjaw | Warrior | Battlefield | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: Heatherpaw, Longfang | Tom |

His paws stopped as he spotted who he was finally looking for.. his side and face stung with the fresh wounds the two foxhearts gave him, but he ignored it..the adrenaline was too much for him to pay any mind to the pain. Hearing voices call after him..calling him a coward.. he simply rolled his eyes A dark grin grew into his muzzle as he turned his attention back to his enemy. Longfang..was in sight.. and Slackjaw was ready for a proper rematch.. a fair one.. "Heatherpaw...there he is...go for his back legs and bit down on them as hard as you can.. if you can try and break his legs or at least one..and do not give up do not let go..." Slackjaw spoke briefly to the apprentice before silently running up behind Longfang...and pouncing.

Longfang's head turned at the sight of movement in the corner of his eye. His eyes widened a bit as he noticed..Slackjaw.. it was him! Slackjaw grinned widely and darkly. "This is your end Longfang!" He exclaimed as he pinned him down.

Claws, teeth fur and blood. Teeth bared down towards Longfang's neck but Longfang kept hitting him back, preventing him from getting the killing blow.. eventually the two were on there feet, heaving and huffing after the two were evenly matched, despite Longfang's strength. Slackjaw had the speed and agility to get out of any position he was in with Longfang.

Slackjaw | Warrior | Battlefield | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: Longfang, Heatherpaw | Tom |

A loud yowl came from Longfang and his bucked his leg with ease, shaking it to get Heatherpaw off. SHaking..shaking..THUD. He huffed. His leg wasn't broken...but it hurt and his leg was swelling fast but the adrenaline kept him going. IN his moments distraction he didn't notice Slackjaw eased his way under him. He grabbed the first thing he could with a clawed paw....what he grabbed..was Longfang's eye. The last thing Longfang saw from that eye was the evil grin of Slackjaw before he ripped his arm back,
taking the whole eye with him.

Everything seemed slow motion..Blood spewed from Longfang's eye socket and as everything seemed to return to pace,
Longfang let out the loudest and most painful yowl a cat could..It seemed the whole forest would've gone quiet..but that was just the ringing Slackjaw's ears.

Shaky paws stood in front of Slackjaw, Longfang's one eye was wide and blood poured from his other eye socket.. a cracked leg, many cuts and gashes...and a missing eye. Slackjaw slammed his paw down, crushing the eye beneath his claws. Silence...

"Run.."

Paws thudded away, he had never seen a cat run so fast in his life.. And within moments, Longfang was out of sight..

He turned to Heatherpaw, huffing and puffing. "You did good Heatherpaw.."