Evectri flew up, attempting to get far enough away from his father to attack at a good angle. His father was fast, of course, but not nearly enough to catch him. Happy with his advantage, Evectri pushed his body as much as he could, using his wings to pull him through the air.

When Evectri had enough distance, he put his wings flat and flew upside down. Then he flipped himself upright, his paws hitting Negro square on his shoulders. Evectri unsheathed his claws into his father's black fur at the same time he bit the back of Negro's neck. The king yowled before he tried to buck the silver prince away.

Negro figured out quickly that the strategy wouldn't work, so he dove as fast as he possibly could. Evectri let his wings go flat, forcing them to act as a parachute. Evectri swiftly stayed in the air long enough for Negro to nearly land on the ground before he gathered his strength and dove.

With an emotionless expression, Evectri folded his wings and sped toward Negro. His father took off from the ground before aiming himself at the silver prince. He's playing a dangerous game, Evectri thought, his eyes narrowing. At this speed we'll break each other.

They continued flying toward each other, but at the last moment Evectri back flipped again, though this time he kicked his father in the back. The silver prince heard a few cracks before watching Negro hit a large tree. Evectri growled, knowing full well that merely kicking him would not defeat his father.

When Negro landed on the ground, Rain ran forward, his light blue eyes narrowed at the tom. Evectri flew down elegantly, folding his wings as his feet supported him upon the ground.

"Where's your brother?" Evectri asked.

"His friend was in trouble with a very experienced Volan," Rain replied, his blue eyes still narrowed upon Negro's motionless body. "I figured we didn't need his help quite yet." Negro growled suddenly, sitting up with narrowed eyes.

"Fighting together won't help either of you!" Negro yowled. The black Volan took off with amazing speed, flying to a very high branch on the great oak. "For those who stay loyal to me, send the signal!" The Volans suddenly flew into the sky, going the same height as Negro.

All of the Volans gave out a screech similar to a hawk's. Evectri flinched, the sound ear-splitting to him. However, he knew what was happening, and silently he cursed to himself.

"Rain, we need help," Evectri said quickly.

"Why?" Rain asked. "What was that?"

"It's a signal," Evectri explained as fast as he could. "I didn't realize it, but I should have known. Negro's calling in more Volans—these weren't all of them." Rain's eyes widened.

"But we're barely surviving right now!" Rain exclaimed.

"I know, but we'll have to do whatever we can," Evectri said. "Negro will have body guards, and Rain, you need to get rid of them as quickly as possible. They'll be moon-warriors like me, so you might want to be careful."

"Wait, you plan to kill your father all by yourself?" Rain asked, his eyes widening. "That's impossible!" Evectri sighed.

"Rain, I'm the only one who can," Evectri pointed out. "My brother is busy, and so are the other Volans. Aside from that, I'm the only one with wings. I have to do this alone." The silver prince ran forward and jumped off the ground for a speedy take off.

Evectri's amber eyes were narrowed as he flew toward his father. A few of his body guards glided toward him, but the silver prince efficiently dove under them before flying straight up. His head hit the stomach of one Volan, winding him easily. Evectri unsheathed his claws and grabbed the back of the Volan's neck before pulling him under the silver prince. The Volan cried out, but Evectri used his back claws to slice open his throat.

Another one flew toward him, but Evectri just flew toward them, and at the last second, he moved to the left. However, the silver prince allowed his claws to cut open its neck. The Volan fell, and as three more flew toward him, Evectri sighed.

He flapped his wings, bringing him a length up before he unsheathed his claws and sliced open the first Volan's neck. As that one fell, Evectri flapped his wings again, kicking another Volan in the shoulder. As the tom went down, Evectri flew around so they faced each other upright.

Evectri smiled before he used his large wings by wrapping him around the Volan. In desperation, the Volan raked his claws through the silver prince's fur, but didn't break skin. Evectri did the same, but he actually ripped through the tough skin of the Volan. He did this until he was only about a tail-length from the ground. Then, at the last moment, Evectri unwrapped his wings and sliced open the Volan's neck.

Evectri quickly looked up, but found himself stunned. His father had already dived, and he was heading straight toward him. The silver prince readied himself to take off in another direction, but Negro crashed into him, which sent them tumbling through the ground.

"Evectri!" Rain cried. The grey and white tom sprinted toward them, eventually pushing the black Volan off of Evectri. Rain—with impressive speed and strength—clawed at Negro as they toppled over. Eventually, the grey and white sighter had the black tom pinned.

Two other Volans rushed toward Rain, easily overpowering the grey and white tom. At that moment, all of the bodyguards were attacking Rain, giving Evectri an advantage. The silver prince stood up and dashed toward his father as quick as he could. However, the bat-like Volan took off toward the sky.

"Come on, son," Negro hissed with a grin on his face. "Or would you rather fight on the ground like all of the other cowards?" Evectri narrowed his eyes with a low growl. The silver prince jumped into the air and flew toward his father once more.

Stormheart

Stormheart circled a light brown Volan, his teeth bared sharply. Clovertail was on the ground a few tail-lengths away, her breathing rough as he wished she would wake up. The wound on her neck wasn't fatal, but it was a nasty one, and Stormheart wanted revenge.

The Volan stood tall, his electric blue eyes emotionless as he stared at Stormheart. The tom was on the older side, for he had grey near his muzzle that the brown and white tom knew wasn't originally there. Still, he sensed that the tom was strong, and so he called upon his own power.

Stormheart lunged forward, his claws unsheathed as he attacked the tom. The Volan flew upward before diving down at the brown and white tom. Stormheart leaped away, quickly turning around. He reared, his claws coming down upon the Volan. However, the tom was too fast, and with immense speed, the Volan stepped aside and slashed his claws across Stormheart's cheek.

The brown and white tom hissed, wincing at the pain that the claws brought him. For a few moments, he blinked, attempting to get his eyes to stop watering uncontrollably. At that moment, he saw a flash, but could do nothing about it, for the Volan already crashed into him.

Without any way to stop it, Stormheart found himself pinned against the ground. Claws unsheathed into his shoulders, forcing him to yowl loudly. The tom above him did not smile or look at him with worry. Instead, he stared just like before.

Stormheart gathered the strength he'd been holding off, kicking the Volan in the stomach before rolling out of the way. Stormheart sprinted forward, trying to get out of reach so that he could recover. His eyes glanced over to the Volan, but he wasn't there. Stormheart looked around him, but cursed at himself as he remembered which direction the Volan would be coming from.

The Volan landed on his shoulders, forcing his legs to buckle beneath him. However, just as he did so, the Volan brought him up in the air, flying as high as he could. Stormheart struggled, trying to make it so the fall wasn't as disastrous.

They went higher than the third branch of the Great Oak tree, and Stormheart closed his eyes. Ever since he was a little boy as a human, he hated heights. And today he would face that fear.

As the came to the fourth branch, the Volan let go, and Stormheart's heart-beat went ten times faster. He felt nothing but fear as he fell, and his stomach was high in his chest, throbbing to get out. What seemed like minutes turned into seconds, and his body hit the ground.

Stormheart tumbled around before finding himself on his side, unable to get up. His left shoulder throbbed with blinding pain, but what hurt more was his head. He could barely keep his eyes open, and his breathing was ragged. Move, body, move!

The Volan landed in front of him with an emotionless expression. He walked toward Stormheart, his claws unsheathed as if already anticipating the brown and white tom's death. As he grew closer, Stormheart decided as quick as he could at what he had to do.

Stormheart, this isn't the best idea, Matar warned. This tom isn't the purest of all.

I need to find a weakness, Stormheart hissed. Matar didn't argue. Instead, he allowed the power to rush through him.

Stormheart searched for the only thing he could: injustice. At first, he wasn't that unfair. There were a few small lies, and a few battle scars, but that was it for ten moons. Afterward, however, Stormheart was hit with several evil deeds. This tom tried to kill his son. This tom ordered others to destroy a mother and her kits. This tom sent other Volans to destroy a temporary camp.

When Stormheart retreated, his eyes were wide. His muscles tensed, but as he lied in front of the Volan, he suddenly realized why neither he nor Clovertail stood a chance against him. There's no way I can defeat him—Ijust can't!

"So you've figured it out, young one?" the Volan asked, his expression still unable to change. "I am not like these weaklings you see around you. I am much more than that. Long ago, I was a king. Long ago, I controlled these cats. Yes. I am Negro's father." The tom lunged, and Stormheart closed his eyes.

Matar, help me!

Demonfang

Demonfang lunged forward, crashing into a Volan with enough force to crush a kit. They clawed toward each others necks, only their legs supporting them. Demonfang went down the same time he did, and as he jumped forward, Demonfang leaped away.

Demonfang's blue eyes narrowed upon the Volan, her teeth clenched as her ears drifted to her friends. Duskpelt was keeping his ground, and Tavo seemed evenly matched. As soon as she figured this out, she grasped all of attention and shot it toward the Volan in which was charging toward her.

Demonfang sprinted forward, darting left at the last possible second. She then pushed the tom over, pinning him down easily by the wings. If what Rainfur said about the wings were true, then pinning them down by the shoulders is useless.

She was right.

The Volan tried to get up, but physically couldn't. So Demonfang bent down, attempting to get a good bite of him, but the Volan kicked her stomach, raking his back claws down her belly. Demonfang yowled, scrunching up as she tried not to feel the burning pain.

The Volan stood up with an annoying smile on his face. Demonfang stood, growling as the Volan circled her. Demonfang's muscles tensed, pouncing at just the right time. The Volan tried to get away, but she'd gotten faster. Both of them tumbled through the ground.

They went down a small uneven spot in the ground before both gathering up the strength in their hind legs to bring themselves rearing up at each other. Their claws moved in quick movements, both trying to grab fur and skin to scrape off.

Eventually they came down upon all fours, and Demonfang watched as the Volan took off into the air. The Volan gave out a deafening screech before he dived toward her. Demonfang lunged away, skidding to a halt before spinning around to leap toward the Volan.

Just as she crashed into the Volan, however, another one crashed into her. Demonfang was pried away from the first Volan, and though she struggled, the second Volan pinned her down easily. The worst part was that he was in a position where she couldn't harm him.

Growling, Demonfang snapped at the Volan's face, her back paws searching for skin to cut. Eventually, she used her front claws to create a large gash on his chest. The Volan screeched, giving her an easy opening. Demonfang smirked before she took that opening and leaped away.

As she did, however, another Volan landed in front of her. Demonfang turned, but the other two were closing in. Frantically, she looked around, but saw only other Volans circling other cats. Did more come? Were they waiting for me to get tired all this time?

"Demonfang!" Duskpelt suddenly yelled. The sleek golden tom was peering over four Volans in which also surrounded him. Demonfang growled, searching for Tavo. However, he was too busy fighting Laida to hear them.

They've got him! They're going to kill him! Demonfang thought frantically. They're so unfair! This fight should be a one on one not seven on two! Anger began to rise, and by the time she realized it, Demonfang knew it was too late.

They want a fight? Fine. They'll get it. She thought. As soon as she did, she shook her head. No, I can't kill them with that power. That, too, is unfair.

Kill them all!

No! I can't! I don't want to win that way!

Destroy them, for they have done wrong! Tear them—they deserve it!

That's cruel and wrong! I will not kill them that way!

Demonfang, trust your power, came a familiar voice. Trust in your abilities and save your friends.

Bravepaw? Demonfang thought, her eyes opening. She hadn't realized they were closed. Bravepaw, is that you?

Trust in your power, Demonfang, came the voice again. You must save your friends. You must help the others. If they wish to fight unfairly, then so shall you. Let go of your fear, and fight like our father once did.

But I could kill Duskpelt! Demonfang exclaimed. I don't know if I can control myself...

I will help with that, Bravepaw told her. I am the only one who can quench your fire, remember? Just trust in your power. Demonfang paused. What if this was just her power using her affection to win her over?

How do I know you're my brother? Demonfang asked. Suddenly, she felt warm and content. She felt happy, as if everything was okay. When the sensation disappeared, she smiled warmly. You've convinced me.

Are you ready? Bravepaw asked.

Yes.