Here's the battle chappie! Crowfeather's POV, of course!

Crowfeather leaped for Hawkfrost, but another RiverClan tom hit him instead. It was Heavystep, another warrior that he had traveled beside to the new home. There was no recognition in the thickset tabby's eyes as he lunged for Crowfeather's throat. Crowfeather dodged, much swifter than any RiverClan cat could ever hope to be, and then turned abruptly and flung himself at Heavystep's side.

The tom yowled as Crowfeather's claws pulled out pawfuls of his fur, and he wriggled free, leaving Crowfeather to stare around for a moment. Everywhere there was fighting, and the warriors were all matched. There was no familiarity after all the Clans had been through- only screeching cats defending their territories.

Oh well. Crowfeather sprung in the direction Heavystep had gone, but something slammed into him when he was in the air. It was another RiverClan warrior, black and white with huge hooked claws that gripped Crowfeather tight and hauled him to the ground. Rage hit the WindClan cat and he struggled from underneath the tom. The lean muscles in his legs were useless if he couldn't move!

Blindly, he sank his fangs into the closest thing he could reach- the RiverClan cat's foreleg. The tom yowled and tried to throw Crowfeather off, but the dark gray cat hung on, his eyes squeezed shut until finally he felt the weight off one of his hindlegs lifted. Immidiately he lashed out, his lightning-fast grace giving him all the advantage he needed. His claws hit the black-and-white tom in the face and the cat retreated, whimpering in pain.

Panting and bleeding from the deep clawmarks in his side and neck, Crowfeather got to his paws. Weaselpaw, his eyes wide with fear and wounds oozing blood from his flank, was darting out of the battle. Hawkfrost was after him, and Crowfeather's anger came back in full force to see the massive tabby fighting the poor apprentice.

Hawkfrost chased Weaselpaw towards the balanced rocks, and Weaselpaw darted under the shadowy space beneath the large thin rock. Crowfeather felt a prickle of satisfaction- one of the WindClan cats' biggest tricks was to hide and strike from beneath a sheltered place, like an adder.

But Hawkfrost didn't attempt to corner Weaselpaw beneath the rock. Instead he jumped on top of the thin, top stone that was propped against the round, fat one. Crowfeather's eyes widened in horror as the top rock wobbled, and he drew breath to cry to Weaselpaw as the flat, heavy stone beneath Hawkfrost's paws shook and then fell down in the other direction from where it had been leaning. Where Weaselpaw had been hiding.

"No! Weaselpaw, no!" Crowfeather howled, leaping forward. He saw a flash of brown fur and felt a surge of hope, but then the gap closed. Weaselpaw, only his head and shoulders out of the rocks, let out a horrible cry of pain and fear as his back half was smashed by the heavy stone. There was a sickening crunch, and Weaselpaw's muscles went slack. He didn't make another sound.

Webfoot exploded out of the battle to his apprentice's side. "Weaselpaw! Weaselpaw!" He meowed the name again and again, but Weaselpaw's amber eyes fluttered shut, and blood bubbled out of his open mouth. He gave a violent thrash, and then gave up. Blood seeped out of the rocks as he went completely limp.

The WindClan cats came forward slowly, silently. The RiverClan cats stayed back, forgetting their battle in their surprise and horror at the death. Thistlepaw nudged Nettleclaw miserably, and Goldheart's pretty head was bowed.

Then Hawkfrost, who was still standing upon the rock, bounded forward. He headed straight for Crowfeather and hissed in the WindClan cat's face. Crowfeather looked up. He couldn't manage to remain calm, and his claws unsheathed. "Get out of here, Hawkfrost," he snapped. "This battle is over."

"Over? Then you forfeit to RiverClan?"

Crowfeather hissed from between clenched teeth. "We'll finish this another time. Now get out of here, or we'll chase you off."

Webfoot dashed out from beside Weaselpaw to Crowfeather's side, snarling in agreement. "Get off our land, rogue!"

Fury flashed in Hawkfrost's expression, but he didn't dare attack with Crowfeather and Webfoot both ready to rip him to pieces. "All right. But we'll return. The balanced rocks will belong to RiverClan, I promise you."

He leaped away, and his warriors followed. But one apprentice lagged behind- her name was Stonepaw, and Crowfeather remembered her from the journey to the new home. She looked at Weaselpaw's body, and then met Crowfeather's eyes. The young apprentice dipped her head in silent respect to the dead cat, and then she followed her Clanmates.

Crowfeather watched her go, registering dimly that not all cats had forgotten the alligences between them during thier journey. But as he looked back at Weaselpaw's lifeless body, Stonepaw's gentle face was replaced by Hawkfrost's cold, flashing eyes. He had been standing on the rock when Weaselpaw had fallen on it. He had unbalanced it so it would fall.

And, thinking of how eager he had been to get back to the battle, how he had shown no remorse when he had seen that Weaselpaw was dead, Crowfeather had a horrible feeling that he had done it on purpose.

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The mood was grim that night at the WindClan camp. Weaselpaw's death had been a crushing blow to them all. Onestar and Ashfoot were talking outside the Clan leader's den, their conversation puncuated by the deputy's hacking coughs. Webfoot and the apprentices, as well as Weaselpaw's mother Puddlefur held the apprentice's vigil in the middle of the clearing, though that hadn't even been able to drag his body out of the rocks. The most they were able to do was cover the exposed part of him with earth, and Crowfeather knew that he would be afraid to hunt at the balanced rocks forever after today.

Finally, unable to watch it anymore, he slid out of camp. It was dangerous to meet Leafpool two nights in a row, but he was willing to take the risk, if it meant that he could escape for a while.

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Leafpool nudged his wounds gently with her nose as he told her the story of all that had happened. "You should put marigold on them," she meowed. "And stop running halfway across the moors to come see me. You're only going to reopen them."

"I'll be all right," Crowfeather objected, shuffling his paws. Leafpool looked at him. "I know you will."

She sat back and listened with wide eyes as he told her what had happened to Weaselpaw. "And...and Hawkfrost was standing on the rock?" she mewed at last.

Crowfeather touched his muzzle to hers. "He was," he meowed sadly. He lifted his head up and studied Silverpelt. All at once his soft blue eyes hardened to ice. "Not only that, he did it on purpose, Leafpool. I know he did. And you know what's worse? He got away with it."

That was the first death I did in this fic, and I'd like some feedback. You know what that means...

...Reviews are appriciated!