Midnightsnow|Duskclan Warrior|32 Moons Old|Black and White Tom|Location- Battlefield|Mention- Splashwing

Jumping at the Molli's side Midnightsnow was surprised when he did not feel the impact he had expected, instead the only thing he felt was his paws leaving the muddy ground. Flying over the she-cat Midnightsnow quickly hit the ground again, hard. His head spun for a second as he was trying to get his bearings, scolding himself inwardly, 'Any kit would have known better then to attack a much bigger cat head on'. Opening his green eyes he gasped as he saw the large Dawnclan cat hurdling towards him. Knowing that he would not make it up in time to intercept the attacker, he instead relaxed his muscles and let himself be pushed through the deep puddles of mud by Splashwing.
Skidding through the mud he twisted himself around. Taking advantage of the fact that his opponent was heavier than himself, Midnightsnow was the one on top of Splashwing when they came to a stop in the midst of the battlefield.
Not wasting any time he, without really seeing any thing with all of the mud in his eyes, aimed a bite towards the she-cats face. Finding his opponent's ear he bit down hard, then quickly jumped back, far enough away for his opponent not to be able to easily reach him. Looking around Midnightsnow noticed that most of the fighting around him had died down./p>

Slackjaw | Warrior | Near Battlefield | 52 Moons | Dawnclan | Mentions: OPEN | Tom |

Alone he sat, watching the battle calm itself down. A sinking feeling in his gut.. it was a bad feeling and Slackjaw's gut never lied to him. He shut his eyes and gave a sigh. He began to rethink all of his past decisions... killing Bearstripe... causing his parents to leave.. lying to everyone about the death of his brother. All because he was jealous Bearstripe was a better warrior than him at the time... Slackjaw could've just asked his brother to help him but instead he stabbed him in the back. What did he do...? Calling Longfang a murderer...when it was probably only to protect himself.. after all he was a rogue before Duskclan..

Slackjaw..ripped out his eye...his actions were gonna cost him dearly, he felt it. Slackjaw hadn't died...and though, missing an eye he felt Longfang didn't die either.. His stoned up heart..seemed to crack and break away.. slowly but surely...he shook his head and lowered it. If the clan found out he murdered his brother...he would be exiled...no doubt about it. He would have no one. No friends, no family, nothing. He couldn't let that happen... he just couldn't...

Shadowstar|43 moon Heterochromia Black Tom|Duskclan Leader|Location- Border|Mentions- [d]Wolves, Wolfstar, Splashwing
"Don't fear the night, for it's the only time you can see the stars."

Shadowstar and Wolfstar locked into combat, the two toms finally having met on the battlefield. The larger cat towered over the small tom, paws crashing onto the earth as he narrowly avoided the blows, knowing it would only take one to send him to Starclan after all his other wounds. Yet, even as he struck at the other leader, he could feel his energy slowing, and felt the strike against his head, sending the tom sprawling to the earth in a daze. It happened in a flash, Wolfstar was able to pin down Shadowstar, sharp claws digging into his neck. Yet, before the warrior could act his final blow, several things happened at once.

~~~~~EVENT~~~~~
A shot of lightning split the sky, thunder roaring across the forest like a monster, and then a new sound occurred. A barking, growling sound that was a mix between a snarl, and a laugh. As the wind shifted, an unidentifiable scent hit the air, dull from the wetness but unmistakable in its unfamiliarity. Dark figures, lean and large padded from the brush, pointed muzzles and intelligent eyes looking over the mass of cats. In their lead, was a black furred beast with amber eyes that shone with hunger, jagged scars lacing half of her face. The wolves seemed only slightly taken aback at the sheer amount of cats before them, yet their leader showed no hesitation as she stepped forward, cruel jaws parting. They did not look for any cat in particular, all were the same in her eyes. Prey.
"Pack..returns home." The words were difficult to understand rough and guttural, but her stance and slowly raising hackles were clear.
"Cats... leave." A slow growling seemed to fill the air as the wolves approached, tension in the air before the leader lowered her head, jaws curling wickedly.
"Or..we make." At her words Wolfstar seemed to change tactics, the large tom seeming unafraid as he leapt towards the leader, claws bared and hackles raised, claws swiping across the creatures muzzle. It happened fast, the wolf lunging with a sickening snap, teeth around the leaders throat as she reared slightly, and with a shake flung the cat from her. At the same time another wolf, unable to contain itself lashed forward as well, jaws snapping around the first cat it saw, a sickening crunch as it met Splashwings hindquarters, letting go as the wolves began to snarl and snap, at one another and the cats before them.
"OURS." With a lunge the wolf snapped at any cat close, yet did not engage fully, obviously meaning to drive them away in the confusion.

Shadowstar rolled to his feet painfully, yowling to his clan, eyes only briefly glancing towards the Dawnclan side, towards Wolfstar's limp body. Yet he could still feel the leaders blow, and so he turned to his own side of the river. They would have to fend for themselves for now.
"Duskclan! Camp!" He yowled, hoping they would know enough sense not to engage the wolves before them.