The Final Showdown (Closed for those on the battle roster)

Bat followed her gaze to the dead leader, then, he looked at his son in a ThunderClan warrior's jaws, Bear's kits being carried away. Storm was there beside him. Cherrymist was leaving with her kits, Wolffang was challenging her own death. And this cat thought she was high up, she had no idea what kind of strength this life took. Fury blazed in his eyes. "Give these ancient cats my apologies, their descendants are worse than rabid dogs.." he spat. He lurched forward, clamping his jaws around her neck and bit down before ripping back. Blood filled his mouth, dripping and darkening his black fur. Staring at the body for a moment, he felt numbed. For once, he felt nothing, even towards this cat. He lashed his tail and turned away silently padding up to his mate's side as he watched the clans leave with their 'victory'.

Bat used Killing Bite

Snowstorm is dead.

Pepper shook her head, "We can't leave, these cats need us, especially in times like this." She gave Diesel a look of sadness. She wished it was that easy, just getting up and walking away but, it wasn't. She gave Bat a look that made him bristle, he muttered something and looked at their son.

Diesel was quick to get away from the warrior, he ran to the fallen leader at once, darting past his father who followed him calmly. Diesel caught sight of his friends being carried off and felt anger surge within him. 'So they kill us and steal our kits too?' he pressed his paws into Bear's side as if it would revive him. He hid his face in the dead tom's fur with a sob.

"We'll bury him soon."

Bat meowed quietly, blood dripping onto the ground. He said nothing after that, letting the kit have his time to morn.

Hollowfang was too into the fighting to notice much at first. Things seemed to be going to plan, but the young tom did not have time to see what was going on. The moment he caught sight of his brother, the warrior froze. He did not care at that moment whether or not there was anyone attacking him, instead his eyes focused on Pidgeonkit (Storm) and Pidgeonkit only.

He raced over then, breaking out of his trance as he realised what was happening. With a yowl, he leapt toward his brother, then stopped just in front of him, ignoring whoever else was there. "Pidgeonkit?! Great Starclan where have you been? I thought you were dead!" he cried, tail lashing with a mixture of emotions crossing his face. "Why are you with these cats, brother? What... what are you doing?" He was confused. He didn't know what to make of this - his brother was alive. For so long he had believed the other tom was dead. He had been alone. His parents didn't take much notice of him, and hadn't really since he was a kit, so until he meant Gustpuddle the dark tom had been a lonely, lonely soul.

Pressed against Bat, Storm didn't notice one of the only cats remaining until they screeched in joy-yelling Pigeonkit right at him. Whipping around in fear, he backed away from the tom stuttering, "W-Who are y-you?" as soon as his tail bumped the wall, he tried looking for a way to escape. When he realized there was no way out of it, he went against what Bear told him to do when cornered. He curled into a ball again, face hidden under his paws. "Don't h-hurt m-me," he wailed, "I don't w-want to d-die yet! J-just le-leave me be w-with my adopted f-family."

Hollowfang was very confused. Pidgeonkit did not recognise him? "I'm Hollowfang.... your brother.... You don't remember me?" he tilted his head, taking one step back so that he did not frighten his sibling as much. "Why... why would I hurt you? I wouldn't hurt you.... You're family." His brow was furrowed in confusion, his gaze resting on his cowering littermate. "Pidgeonkit - why didn't you come back home? You disappeared.... you never came back...." And then he had been alone. But that didn't matter now. He wanted to bring his brother back where he belonged - Windclan.

As soon as the dark cat backed up, Storm shakily stood. Back pressed against the wall still, he looked at the tom claiming to be his brother. There was something familiar about him, his black coat close to his dark-gray one and the yellow eyes he had. But of course Bat had the same shade of black and many cats had yellow eyes in the now scattered group. The similarities ended there. The cat- Hollowfang- was strong and healthy, while Storm was battered from the too-intense training and obviously was much smaller than this tom- as if the battles had a larger effect than bruises and cuts. Shaking his head, the large scar on the back of his head was obvious, glinting in the dull light. "Y-you must b-be thinking o-of the wr-wrong person," he stuttered again, "I d-don't have an-any family but Bat and... and Pepper."

"It's Wolffang," She grumbled lightly, but didn't protest much. The she-cat was hauled to her feet. It was shocking that he didn't just kill her. But what was even more shocking was what he said and did. If it were any other situation, her teeth would have instantly been embedded in Leopardpaw's throat. No cat was allowed to grab her scruff. Not even Hazeflight had been able to. Any thought of everything that was happening back at the barn left her, even her kits. What is this? Regardless, Wolffang felt like she needed to go after this tom. Grumbling, she followed.

OCC; short and not the best, sorry :(

Leopardpaw's hazel eyes glinted seriously as he led the injured she-cat out of the barn, and around the back until Highstones was in clear sight. Looking back, he checked to make sure she was still following before stopping and looking her over. The gray tabby was covered with injuries, but none of them seemed too serious. Good, she shouldn't have much trouble with this then. Taking a deep breath, he began the long side of the explanation; "Look, my old mentor, Grasswhisker of ThunderClan, visited me in a dream. She told me about you, and said that..." For a moment he struggled with the exact words, but soon remembered; "There's going to be a battle. You need to make sure she survives. Send her away from the clans. But make sure she lives." Though his voice was commanding and serious, the golden tom's face softened with understanding. Meeting the gray tabby warrior's gaze, he hoped to show that he was on her side, and that this wasn't a trick, no matter how ludicrous it sounded.

"Why would Starclan want me to live?" Wolffang's normally hard features fell. This strange Thunderclan warrior seemed earnest. There was no way he could have simply made this up. Leave everything? And everyone? The idea of leaving the forest seemed insane to her. Her eyes trailed over the horizon, looking to find something in the distant lands. There seemed to be plenty there. A brief pang of sadness washed over her. I'm already clanless... That decided it. While it was a risk, she decided to trust him, "Okay. Let's go."

For a moment, Leopardpaw searched for the right words, a way to answer her hopeless question. After a moment of silence, the spotted tom meowed "They still have hope in you, Grasswhisker at least. I believe StarClan always watches over and guides all clan cats, even ones who have done bad things...or who came from the outside. Who knows, maybe this was your destiny all along." A kind smile on his face, he stepped forward a pace and laid his tail on her shoulder, in a comforting, respectful manner. "Everything happens for a reason Wolffang...maybe this is the beginning of something better."

Stepping to the side, he shook his head at her last statement, eyes growing a bit worried. "I..I can't escort you. ThunderClan will be leaving soon, I can't get left behind. You have to go alone, across Highstones." He quickly glanced back with restless paws; he could see the group of clan cats beginning to walk across the moor.

Hollowfang frowned again, a rare look of hurt crossing his dark face as he stared at his brother. "No.... You are my brother.... you went missing...." He flicked his tail, watching Pidgeonkit worriedly. "Whoever Bat and Pepper are, they are not your family. I can't believe it.... I can't believe you're alive... You really don't remember me?" A thought crossed his mind, one that brought hope above all. "I could take you back to Windclan! Pidgeonkit, you have to come home!"

OOC: Sorry if it's bad. Been very busy.

Bat narrowed his eyes when he heard the troubled tone in Storm's voice. He stood, padded briskly to the two. "What's wrong Storm? Is he-" he heard the question and then his fur prickled. Had Storm's memory come back? While he was relieved, the realization that Storm was possibly leaving for good with these cats saddened him. Luna and her kits would soon be the only company in the barn. He looked at his son who was mourning the leader and then back at the two cats. An unreadable look in his icy eyes, one where he battled with the face he kept when kidnapped by Dawn and the face he allowed around Storm, Pepper and Diesel.

Snowstorm hissed in fury as Bat leaped at her neck. When he bit down, she cackled and grinned. "Claim we're worse than d-dogs, then use a death blow on m-me... You are nothing more than a fox-heart..." she said hoarsely and stammering. She collapsed onto the floor, limp.


Oceanlight was about to turn around and leave, until she saw Snowstorm still standing with a rogue. She was about to yell for her, but then the rogue bit down in Snowstorm's neck. Her eyes widened when she collapsed onto the ground. She rushed over, grabbed Bat's shoulders with her front paws, kicked him with her back, and let go, sending the rogue tumbling away from Snowstorm's limp body. She quickly grabbed Snowstorm and ran. She let her go near the SkyClan cats. "Somebody... get her to camp, Crowstar must know..." she mewed.

Snowstorm hissed in fury as Bat leaped at her neck. When he bit down, she cackled and grinned. "Claim we're worse than d-dogs, then use a death blow on m-me... You are nothing more than a fox-heart..." she said hoarsely and stammering. She collapsed onto the floor, limp.


Oceanlight was about to turn around and leave, until she saw Snowstorm still standing with a rogue. She was about to yell for her, but then the rogue bit down in Snowstorm's neck. Her eyes widened when she collapsed onto the ground. She rushed over, grabbed Bat's shoulders with her front paws, kicked him with her back, and let go, sending the rogue tumbling away from Snowstorm's limp body. She quickly grabbed Snowstorm and ran. She let her go near the SkyClan cats. "Somebody... get her to camp, Crowstar must know..." she mewed.