AN: Oh, yeah. I've been looking forward to this for some time.

I'm going to be evil, now. I don't usually post based on reviews, but heres the deal. Either I leave you with wondering what the outcome of this will be until tomorrow, whenever I get around to it, or I post the next two parts here. I will only keep posting, if I get one review. Just one. More is always nice, but I want to know someone out there actually wants to know what happens next RIGHT NOW.

Okay? Okay.

Mosswing, Shrewstar, the disclaimer?

Mosswing: Topaz doesn't-

Shrewstar: -own Warrior Cats-

Mosswing: Hey! I was gonna-

Shrewstar: -say that, I know, you snooze, you lose-

Mosswing: Stop finishing my-

Shrewstar: -sentences, no way.

Me: Break it up, you-

Shrewstar: -mouse-brains!

Mosswing and me: *glares*

Shrewstar: *gulps* Sorry?

~Topaz

Littleflower

Littleflower hated having nightmares. They always woke her up feeling terrible, and unable to sleep for the rest of the night. They were usually reliving the fire that had taken more of her sight, or the Windclan ambush. This one had woken her long before dawn. Littleflower knew she wouldn't get back to sleep,but was too restless to stay still. Left with no other choice that wouldn't disturb her denmates, Littleflower let the guard know where she was going, and headed to the lake to hunt for a while. She might as well get some freshkill for the morning. She knew it would be appreciated, as the pile was low. While she was there, she took a swim, and the crisp, cool water refreshed her body and made her feel much better. Once she brought the prey back, she curled up by the stream with a water vole to eat. As the sun started to rise in the sky, she dozed off.

She opened her eyes to an eerie peace in the camp. It looked to be almost dawn, but it was empty. That was odd. Usually there were at least some cats up early, mentors and their apprentices eating, and Cloudstep getting patrols ready. It was probably just a dream. Getting up, she stretched, then turned around at the sound of pawsteps.

It was Mosswing.

"What is it now?" she asked, dreading his answer. Mosswing had never come with good news before. She saw no overwhelming evidence to suggest he wasn't continuing the trend. She knew she was related to him, but that didn't mean he could visit her whenever he wanted. Shouldn't he be giving these messages to Nightfall, Greystar, or Hailpaw? Littleflower waited expectantly for his reply, but Mosswing said nothing. He just stared at her mournfully. Then, growing bigger, he growled, and leapt at her, clawing at her, hissing and spitting. Littleflower struggled to get free, biting and scratching in desperation…

"Thunderclan! Attack!"

Littleflower jerked awake to chaos as Thunderclan warriors surged into camp. Everywhere, cats were fighting viciously. Littleflower started heading for the elders den. No other Riverclan cat had rembered them, it seemed, in the chaos, but two Thunderclan warriors were approaching it. Before she could reach it, a body leapt onto her. When she shoved up, and whirled to face her attacker, she saw it was Molepaw. He growled, and attacked her. He wasn't very good. Whoever mentored him had either been a very gentle cat, or put off his fighting training for too long. Within seconds, she had him fleeing, then turned. Greystar was fighting both Adderdrop and Goldenfur at once. Cowards, she thought angrily, dragging Goldenfur off her leader and attacking her. Goldenfur wasn't too bad, though. They clashed and crashed through the camp, matching blow for blow. Goldenfur tried to reach under her to claw her belly, but Littlefur gripped her scruff and yanked, keeping her from getting close enough. A few well-aimed nips and scratches, and Goldenfur was down for the count.

"Help!" Littleflower looked up at that. A wave of anger washed over her. The only cats defending the elders were Smokepaw, Spottedpaw, and Fishclaw,and they were being cornered by several warriors. Racing over, she raked her claws down one warriors flank.

"Bullies!" she spat, "Too scared to fight honorably!" Snarling, the warrior lashed out, slicing her ear. Littleflower jumped over him, making him think she had fled, and grabbed his tail on her way down, biting down hard and giving it a vicious yank so that he fell as she did. Spottedpaw and Smokepaw were paired up, driving back two warriors almost twice their size, while Brokenfoot helped Fishclaw stop an intruder from attacking Blueshade.

Blackfang and Lizardpaw joined the three after a while, so Littleflower moved on, trying to find Ravenheart. Her wounds hurt, and her shoulder ached from something, but she couldn't stop. She had to make sure Ravenheart was alright. She found him fighting three warriors, and together they fought them. "Are you alright?" he asked her as he surged up on his hind paws, bashing the head of the enemy with both front paws, so they stumbled around dazed.

"I'm fine," Littleflower said. Immediately after that, she hissed with pain as Berryheart head-butted her, then raked his claws down her side. She glanced at Ravenheart, thinking, then purred at his look. Together, they reared up on their hindpaws, before bringing their weight down onto Berryheart and Lilybreeze, claws unsheathed. When their opponents collapsed, yowling in pain, they twisted, rolling out of the way, then leapt onto the two cats. Littleflower carefully maneuvered one paw until it was under Berryheart, and the claws just barely brushed against his soft belly. She dug the other three sets of claws into his back, making sure to leave marks that would scar, so he wouldn't forget her.

"Give up?" she hissed at him. Berryheart snarled, then seemed to realize it was futile, and nodded. With a snarl, she clawed his belly once, giving him a light scratch as a reminder of what would happen if he turned on his word, then leapt off. The two raced off, tails between their legs. Littleflower purred at the u, brushing muzzles with Ravenheart, before rejoining the battle.

For a while, the battle seemed to be in Riverclan's favor. But for every one Thunderclan warrior retreating, it seemed two more took their place. For every one Thunderclan warrior wounded heavily, there were three Riverclan warriors. Thunderclan were used to fighting among brambles and trees, in a dense forest that left all cats clumped up and confused as to who was enemy and who was foe. They were confusing them, twining around bodies and tricking her clan-mates into attacking each other, winning the battle without a trace of a wound. Pebblewhisker was helping Volestripe and Smokepaw for a time, but when she looked again, he was on the ground, laying still. When looking around at her clanmates, Littleflower felt a growing sense of doubt. She was no longer sure who would come out victorious in this-Riverclan, or Thunderclan.