Location: Waterpaw's mind

Charmpaw hissed a challenge as she lunged towards her former friend. "You will pay for what you have done. All of ThunderClan will!" she spat.

Waterpaw widened her eyes as she tried to avoid. "What's wrong? What did I ever do to you?" She searched her friend's eyes.

Charmpaw growled. "You'd never understand." She ripped her claws down Waterpaw's back. Blood dripped through, making the floor dotted with scarlet droplets.

She twisted in pain, the sheer fury of battle in her veins. Although she wasn't as quick or powerful as her friend, she had a smarter wit. "I'm sorry!" Waterpaw cried as she bashed her hind legs into Charmpaw's sides. "Forgive me!"

Charmpaw, for a heartbeat, looked hesitant to attack her again, but something entered her mind. She's just saying that, she thought crossly.

"When vole's fly!" she screamed in reply. She leaped with her claws in front of her, this resulted in a snag-on.

Waterpaw wriggled herself. Charmpaw's claws dug painfully on her sides. "Why!" she yowled in the turmoil.

Charmpaw swiped a claw across her muzzle. Scarlet drops sprinkled on the darkening ground. Before Waterpaw could recover, she swiped again.

Waterpaw fell over. But she got up quickly, just before her belly was revealed.

"I'm sorry for whatever I did!" she said sincerely. Blood dripped from her sides, face, and back. "ThunderClan is sorry too!"

"I don't believe you!" Charmpaw snarled, revealing sharp, menacing fangs.

"You must!" Waterpaw protested.

Charmpaw got as angry as ever. She pinned her former friend down and lowered her jaws to her neck. "You will die, and I shall be ruler of your body. Remember me to StarClan!"

Waterpaw scrabbled on the ground. All instincts alert, fear welled from within her. Desperate, she made a strong attempt of freedom. Charmpaw lost her footing a bit, which left a small chance. Cleverly, she found a way to slither through.

Charmpaw spat curses at her. "You were always an over-excited peppy mouse-brain!"

Waterpaw, however, gazed at her friend with eyes of sorrow and pity. "Charmpaw," she began, "Please."

The boiling spiritual she-cat stood still. Her eyes were clouded with thought. Should she? Could she? Revenge. That word entered her mind. Revenge is what she needed. She wouldn't back down now.

Waterpaw dared move forwards one step. "Please?"

Charmpaw snickered softly, and the look of pure evil sparked in her eye. She was a restless spirit, betrayed and yet to be calmed. StarClan hoped Waterpaw, of all cats, can do it, but doubts seem to rise.

Waterpaw flinched at this. StarClan, help me, she thought.

Charmpaw yowled a battle cry, and they were lunged into battle. StarClan watched this from the rippling blue pool, their eyes fixed on the water.

"She won't make it," one whispered, eyes glazed with fear. "Waterpaw will fail."