Sorry about the confusion last "chapter". We were literally walking out the door. In fact, I recall that my parents, and a little blond-haired imp who happens to be my sister, were already sitting in the car as I was writing that. I didn't want you to be left hanging-ish so I warned you I'd be away for a bit. Thanks to Emma183, spottedfire123, and WarriorAddicted for reviewing. Thanks for all the kit names! Also thanks very much to VioletteRose for all of the reviews, and I would like to answer you question. You see, River and Wind have already appeared, if you look for them. Let's see... River is described as a silver long-haired tom with green eyes. I believe he was seen in chapters 9 and 13. Wind is a wiry brown she-cat, and is seen in chapter 13 also, with her mate, a gray and white tom. Sky has no description in the books, but when I think of him (or her, but I say Sky's a him) I think of blue. The sky is blue! (That's a good piece of wisdom right there.) But he's in some early chapter and in 13. You might want to go back and search for them, if you want. Also, all my characters have complex background stories that you don't know about! Hahahaha! Sky, I believe, is a young cat who does everything his mother tells him. He is just the showcase, but his mother controls the Clan. Isn't that cool? Anyway, VioletteRose, I do have a little background story where Shadow has a thing for Thunder. I just have a strange mind, I guess. Anyway, you probably just want to read the battle. It will take about three chapters so that it's not one enormous chapter... blah blah... here we go...
Thunder's muscles rippled as he landed squarely on the black and white tom's back. His mother shot him a look of gratitude and they, together, snapped at the tom's heels. Thunder took a chunk of fur out of the tom's side, but not before he nicked a cut in his mother's ear. Thunder bit down forcefully on his tail while Wing faked a leap over his side. Confused, the tom tumbled over and for a moment, his fluffy belly and neck were exposed. Thunder saw this and nipped at the neck. Catching hold of the fur, he tried to force his fangs down in the killing bite.
He couldn't.
He had always hated battles and fighting, but here he was. Fighting, and about to kill another cat. He looked into the tom's yellow eyes, which were blazing angry and frightened. Thunder knew that if he let the cat go, he would try and kill Thunder. But if he thought too long, another cat would tackle him. But, his problems were solved in a flash of gray.
Pebble pushed Thunder away from the cat with a well-dealt paw blow. What? I thought we were on the same side!
"Thunder, you bee-brain! Behind you!" She bit the neck of the black and white tom quickly; as easily as killing prey. He yelped with surprise, and soon the color of his eyes faded. Dead.
Thunder heeded Pebble's warning and spun around. She hadn't been fighting him at all, but just helping him accomplish something that she knew he couldn't do. He couldn't kill the cat.
Now, a pretty cream-colored she-cat with a wispy tail leapt at him. He ducked, and they took to circling. She lashed forwards, shifting her eyes from shoulder to his paws. Her claws scraped his fore-legs as he backed away. He shook himself and dodged to the left, but when she shied right, he flipped over and tore at her side, pulling out chunks of fur. She was extremely strong, and her fur was oily. His claws slid across it, not touching the skin. She bared her long teeth and bit him on one of his large white paws.
Pebble came to his rescue again. She screeched like a barn owl and tore a gash in the cream she-cat's stomach. The cat's life sank into the ground with her blood. Thunder raised his head to say thanks, but stopped.
"Than- Oh! Blood!"
Pebble's gray tabby pelt was clotted with sticky red blood.
"Don't worry." She grinned savagely. "None of it is mine." Then Thunder realized that there was another dead cat behind Pebble, obvious clumps of gray fur stuck in his claws. As Pebble snarled and launched herself onto a thin tortoiseshell, Thunder shivered. She's not the kind of cat you would want to meet on a moonless night.
He spotted Skunky wrestling ferociously with a huge, lumbering brown tom. Making snide remarks, similes to bears, and adding several insults concerning the tom's mother, Thunder could see that Skunky was trying to goad the brawny-but-brainless tom into getting angry and doing something stupid. Skunky didn't need Thunder's help, but Thunder could see someone who did.
Speckle was gasping for breath from the fight with the last cat she had battled. The light blue tom had almost torn out her throat, but it seemed he didn't have enough time. Locked in battle with the small wiry brown she-cat, he was busy.
Another cat, a very light golden tabby she-cat, was stalking up to Speckle. They were on top of the rock in the center. Speckle was on the edge. The cat had insane murder in her eyes, and Thunder could see where this was leading. Speckle wouldn't be able to put on a fight in her worn condition.
The trees started to spin above Thunder's head.
His lungs wouldn't take in air.
His feet seemed to move on their own, like in a dream.
He started to run across the mass of fighting cats, almost floating on top of the other cats. He dodged and weaved and tumbled to avoid unsheathed claws and slashing paws. Some cats even turned to watch the orange cat go faster than it was possible.
He heard his name being called, faintly. He ignored. All that mattered was that he had to save his sister. He remembered when he was a kit. When his third sister, a light golden tabby, had been taken by that crazy rouge. He remembered that horrible feeling that he couldn't help. It was the same now. He might not make it in time.
He was almost at the bottom of the rock. It seemed that the cats parted to make way for him, or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks. He snagged a claw-hold on the massive rock and hefted himself up. Scrambling up, his head peaked over the side. Waiting for him was the silver tom with green eyes.
"NO!" Thunder cried forcefully. I have to save Speckle. The tom tried to give him a shove off the rock, but Thunder used his strong hind legs to do an amazing back-flip over him.
"OUT OF THE WAY!" Thunder roared. The tom moved. Thunder dashed even faster towards Speckle, like his paws had sprouted little white wings. The golden tabby she-cat was there now, by her side, but Thunder was close by. He raced over. A voice barley penetrated his concentration, but he heard it. A warning directed to the light golden tabby she-cat.
"Light! Watch out for the orange tom behind you!"
Light?
Light!
He knew her, and so did Speckle. No way. But it was. They stared at her in disbelief. She looked back at them with eyes crazed with the fury of battle. Thunder was almost close to them, but still too far to do something. Speckle had only one chance now, the element of surprise. Tell her, Speckle! He silently willed her; Tell her that she's our long-lost sister!
Muhahaha! Light! And, wow. Pebble's a killing machine! Should Speckle die? If not her then someone else... poll on my site which cats shouldn't die in this battle. (And ignore the Whiskers option. I forgot that he wasn't going.) Review!