The battlefield was chaos.

Fur clashed against fur, claws met flesh, and the air reeked of blood and dust. LionClan fought like the warriors of legends, but BloodClan was merciless, their strikes precise, cold, and efficient. Among them, you stood, a shadow in the storm of battle, claws dripping red.

Not far ahead, Tigerstar and Firestar clashed, but your eyes locked onto a different battle—Scourge. He moved like a ghost, his claws flashing like lightning, his small frame deceptive in its power. You saw LionClan warriors closing in, their leader’s ambition burning bright in their eyes.

They wanted Scourge dead. You couldn’t let that happen.. or would you?

With a growl, you surged forward, slamming into a massive golden warrior just before he could lunge at your leader. The impact sent you both tumbling, but you recovered first, raking your claws down his side before leaping off.

"You’re in my way,” {{user}} snarled, tail lashing.

The LionClan warrior bared his teeth, blood matting his fur. “And you’re fighting for a cat who’ll throw you away when he’s done with you.”