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Growling in bitter disapointment, Froststorm swerved his head before the paw could reach him. "I don't see you playing nice, either," he spat in return. The tom flashed out a forepaw, claws stretching for the deputy's pelt, while also attempting to edge him back towards the river. By this point the warrior had guessed that a paw-to-paw battle wouldn't end well for him, so the only way to go was to play home field to his advantage.

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Rainpaw was taken by surprise and he turned on Needleheart, frowning and fur bristling. "What do you know, that's not a normal fight! Riddlehawk can get killed, I won't let that happen!" He said angrily, glancing back to the fighting toms. When she continued to bother him, he looked back to her impatiently. "What do you want?" He asked, eyeing her warily. "You're not nice to anyone, why are you being friendly to me?"

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Riddlehawk felt the claws rake across his muzzle, and he clamped his jaws down on the paw as soon as it hit. He jerked his head behind him towards the river, hoping to send the smaller tom flying. He sidestepped quickly away from the water, to where he was diagonal with it. No way was he going in THAT river. He snarled, releasing Froststorm again. "I never said I wasn't going to fight dirty, now did I kittypet?" The massive tom said, lashing his tail back and forth. "We have a score to settle and I'll settle it by any means necessary. It was by sheer luck that you survived at the Sunningrocks. But luck can't save you twice."

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She sighed, and studied the tom.

"RainPaw, I know how much pain you are in, since of.. you know. And I want to help you. You seem like you can fight, be a real warrior, when no one else can.. I can help you. But do you want to be a warrior? And Prove everyone wrong?"

Her eyes stared at the tom, her tail tip flicking. She didn't even answer anything else. Her plan needed to succeed.

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Rainpaw frowned, eyeing her warily. It was a touchy subject for him, to talk about his injury. Especially with a Riverclan cat. He glanced to Riddlehawk, but Needleheart quickly drew his attention back by mentioning becoming a warrior. Was...was she serious? "That's not funny, don't joke about that!" He snapped angrily, grimacing and starting to stalk away from her. It was impossible for him to become a warrior, Dappledfrost had confirmed that and he believed her. So...where was Needleheart to tease him like this? It just wasn't right.

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Froststorm lost his senses as he was thrown through the air, but he managed to clumsily skid to his paws in landing. His paw was bleeding heavily, now, but the pale tabby wouldn't let himself limp on it. As Riddlehawk hurled the insult, his tail lashed, his anger boiling over. "Kittypet? That's a laugh. You're the Clan who was created on kittypet roots. Always taking in strays to the point that it tainted your blood. Not one cat in your Clan is pure, not even you!" With great difficulty and pain in his paw, Froststorm charged. He ran until he was a fox-length away from the tabby, then v-ed in to the left, and head butting Riddlehawk's flank. Immediately his jaws went for the neck, and his bloodied paw the eyes. "There's no such thing as luck. More likely I have favor in high places." As his body moved, his mind traveled to the dreams he had been dreaming. A dark forest without the light of stars. Scents of many cats, but never finding them. The place glowed with a sickly yellow, but Froststorm could feel the radiating powers that came from within. The RiverClan tom did not fear this strange place. He could use it to his advantage.

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Riddlehawk jumped sideways to avoid his throat being grabbed but that let the one paw hit his eye. As Froststorm's claw hit his eye he immeadiatly went blind, blood dripping from the injury. He screamed in pain, flying into a blind fury. He struck out blindly towards Froststorm's head as hard as he could, tackling the opposing tom. He grabbed onto a bit of his opponent, He didn't know if it was his throat, his neck, his ear or what but he shook his head violently, like a dog trying to break it's prey's neck. And that's what he planned for Froststorm. You've got no clue as to what my roots are, you filthy cub. He growled angrilly. He must have looked like a demon. One eye nothing but a bloody hole, his gold eye having been ripped out and thrown to the river when Froststorm had gouged at it. It would take quite a while for it to heal but since it was a clean rip it wouldn't be too much of an issue. Atleast he wouldn't bleed out from it. One ear was torn and bloody, his scarred paw battering at his opponents head. His entire pelt had scars on it. Some tiny and some just long gouges. He kept shaking his head, feeling his teeth rip at the muscle and fur beneath them.

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The she-cat growled.

"I'm serious. You are capable of much more than what you are doing right now! Do you just wanna throw that away?!"

She snapped.

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What Riddlehawk had grabbed onto ha indeed been the back of Froststorm's neck. He began to sputter in rage as he was attacked again brutally with the lame paw, but onside the tom was feeling a cool sense of triumph. He had partly blinded the cat that he most wanted to kill in the entire forest. It was only a small pawstep towards his ultimate goal, but that one pawstep was a series of small pawsteps on a road towards Riddlehawk's destruction. But he couldn't celebrate for long. The pale warrior felt something- or some things- rip where Riddlehawk had clenched in his jaws. A choke of pain slithered from his throat along with a trickle of blood. Unable to move, Froststorm let himself go limp, forcing down his weight. More blood escaped from his neck and jaws, along with every other part of his body, it seemed like. But his spirit hadn't left him. "Who would have thought the great ThunderClan deputy would sink so low," he panted. "Face it, you're just like me."

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The she-cat's head spun around, watching RiddleHawk and FrostStorm. She looked at FrostStorm, her eyes sputtering. She couldn't believe what she was seeing!

Was he actually Losing?

If he died, Because of that useless piece of scrap, she would kill him herself!

She let out a low growl, her fur starting to rise. Her eyes were now narrowed, and starting to darken.

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Riddlehawk laughed through the mouthful of fur he had. "I'm not exactly like you, Froststorm. We have our seperate personalities. But we BOTH have a taste for revenge you must admit. Otherwise I would've given up on this battle long ago." He pulled back his lame paw, throwing out one VERY hard strike. His jaws clamped down harder, aiming to crush the bone beneath his teeth. "Sinking low am I? If it means removing the greatest threat to my mate and my clan's future then so be it." He lashed his tail. "You may have made me lose my eye, but I will make you lose your life." He growled, battering at his head with the scarred paw that was all too familiar in his battle. He had cursed the loner she-cat who had ruined his paw in the days of Lurkclan, but now he had silently thanked her every time he could use it to his advantage.

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She looked back at RainPaw.

"This is the time to prove yourself! We have got to stop them now!"

She hissed. She wouldn't let FrostStorm die, no no.

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She ran towards the two toms fighting, and crashed herself into RiddleHawk. Of course, at the time, it was perfect for that lame paw to hit against her noggin'. She plopped over on the ground beside the two toms, her breathing getting rather slow.

Was she dying?

Was she unconsious?

We'll have to see. o.O

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((Sorry I like thought provoking questions at the end of stuffs...))

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}}--Sunpaw
Time together isn't ever quite enough
When you and I are alone, I’ve never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time

I sat back in camp, glancing out at the forest. Did the Thunderclan cats make it back safely, or have the Riverclan cats attacked them yet. My eyes were wide with curiousity, and I got out, bounding out of camp. I wouldn't let a fight go on without me!

I skid to a stop as I saw a few cats fighting. Froststorm and Riddlehawk! I paced back and forth, watching intently. If I was to join in, I would be called to do so. As I watched, I saw Needleheard jump in, just to be jabbed in the head by Riddlehawk. I gasped, and stopped myself from jumping in. Was she....dead?

Slowly, I crept towards the she-cat, my ears pricked in alarm. I didn't want to be the victim of a surprise attack! "Needleheart?" I called. I could see her breathing, but it was slow.

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Dappledleaf heard the commotion behind her grow more intensified and saw Needleheart dart past her, followed by Sunpaw. The calico she-cat turned and followed slowly, freezing as Needleheart get hit by a stray swipe. She darted over and grabbed Needleheart by the scruff, dragging her back a ways to where she was out of the way of the warring toms. She was afraid for herself, Sunpaw, and Needleheart. She had seen Riddlehawk fight at the battle for the Sunningrocks and that had planted a bit of fear of him in her. But to see him continue to fight as if he hadn't just had his eye ripped out by Froststorm.......it made her that much more afraid of him...... Sunpaw! Get over here away from those two! We don't need you getting hurt. It's bad enough Needleheart tried jumping in. These two have a score to settle. Best just let them get it over and done with. Dappledleaf said.

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There was nothing more her could do, and Froststorm knew it. He could feel his life, his will, his very soul slipping away. He couldn't even summon the energy to hiss as he felt the deadly paw strike out again. What followed it was the loudest crack he had ever heard. Where had it come from. My head, he realized dully.

Then he felt himself falling as his weight gave out. He landed, hard, on the ground below him with a thud. A cold feeling came instead of pain, like ice. Like lifeless, heartless ice that killed its prey so easily with just a touch. I thought that was me. I thought I could do it. Trembling, he summoned all of his power to raise his head, and looked up at Riddlehawk. The tom standing there had such a look of power, even though he had lost an eye and was bleeding heavily. It was almost awing.

Wait! No! This is my murderer. His soul shall rot along with the rest of them. The last of the blue fire burned with hate in his eyes. In a raspy voice, gurgling with blood, he managed to spit out his final words. "Just you wait. This isn't over. I'll... Be back." His heart clenched, and his body flinched. The last thing he felt was his head hitting ground, and then no more.