Leafwhirl: Yea yea disclaimer is I don't own the characters yadda yadda.

Firestar: Yeaaaaa. Hehe, while I am here I just wanna shout out to all my fans! I wa-

Leafwhirl: Your fans? I am the one who wrote the story! Soo What I have to say is-

Firestar: Please alow me. PLEASE WRITE REVIEWS! Oh yea and I wanna make a shoutout to... Hmmm so many people I wanna shout out to.. I am so popular...

Leafwhirl:Yeas sure you are you pr-

Firestar: Oh yea to Sol! Hello Sol! Screw you!

Sol: :'(

Firestar gazed in horror, he had never meant to kill him! The wound was brutal, however Firestar could not break his brilliant, clouding emerald gaze from Rowanclaw's body. Crimson blood poured from the wounds Firestar had given him. As Firestar studied Rowanclaw's wounds, Firestar felt Rowanclaw's claw mark he had given him, give way to sharp pain and ache. Though Rowanclaw had not been his clan mate, he felt grief clouding his vision. It states in the warrior code that a warrior must not kill to prove a battle. But it was an accident. Firestar shot back at himself. Thoughts swirled in his mind, and as Firestar had a quarrel with himself he had been oblivious to the battle around him, and the soft paw steps approaching him.

"Ah, grieving? For a clan mate not even yours? How peculiar… But wise. Not to provoke another battle I presume?" A soft, wise voice with charm purred.

Firestar stumbled around to come whisker to whisker with Sol. Firestar instinctively unsheathed his claws, as he met the burning amber gaze of Sol. The sounds of battle came back to Firestar's sharp, flattened ears: screeches, taunts, claw scraping and yowling.

The fearsome sounds startled Firestar and his eyes became round with worry as he wearily scanned the clearing. Shadowclan and Thunderclan warriors were locked in battle on the Highledge, on the destroyed thorn barrier, or outside the dens; where the fearsome Shadowclan warriors had tried to enter the nursery or the elders' den. He tore his gaze away from the center of the clearing and gazed into the shadows where Graystripe was herding the queens with their kits and the elders' to safety; Mousefur with guiding the blind Longtail with her tail when Spiderleg yowled in agony as a Shadowclan warrior dragged him away under the bodies of battle hungry warriors. Jayfeather darted out of the shelter of the bushes to drag the injured Icecloud from the corner where her blood was drenching the plants around her, to be treated.

There's nothing I can do, Firestar thought guiltily. We must be losing.. But I can't take them away from camp. Shadowclan will claim it as their own.

Firestar felt Sol's penetrating gaze. "Traitor!" Firestar spat at him. Sol still remained calm while replying, "I am nothing of the sort. I never encouraged this battle or forced. I just said we should attack Thunderclan. And that was all that was said of the matter."

Firestar glared at him, his hackles raising. "How dare you even bring up the idea! You shall pay!" Sol bristled and his tail shot up fluffed out, but less than a heartbeat later he was again clam and narrowed his eyes, as if regretting letting his temper slip.

"Firestar, I really do not want to get my paws dirty." And with that he bounded away in the shadows of battle, but less than a minute later he leaped gracefully ontop of the Highledge, where the fighting cats had tumbled down the rocky slope. He surveyed the fighting cats with cold amusement glittering in his eyes.

He darted into battle, about to make Sol regret coming into the forest. When he was a mouse-length from leaping a ruffled pelt of solid brown bundled into his side, making him crumple to the ground. Oakfur!