Claws and fangs alike glinted in the moonlight as a whirlwind of shrieking cats tore apart the field. If you had been in the field earlier that day, then you would have discovered a peaceful field of flowers with rabbits and mice frolicking in the morning sunlight. Now, it it was a wasteland of corpses, stained with the blood of friend and foe. In midst of screeches and wounds, a single cat stood alone. His pitch black fur was stained a dark crimson and his emerald eyes sliced through the cold air picking out a particular ginger tabby. "Goldenstar!" He roared and a forest of cats split like the Red Sea leaving a path leading straight to the said Goldenstar.

"Crowshadow." The curt she-cat mewed with a glare as sharp and cold as her personality. "I was hoping we would have cleared out all of the scum by know. We have the home-field advantage after all." The WndClan leader beckoned to the moor.

"None of that will matter when I fight." He seethed back.

"Typical ShadowClan rabbit-brain." The she-cat spat back. "Just like your…late leader." She flicked her tail and Crowshadow gased in urprise at the grey body of his leader. He leapt past Goldenstar and skidded to Froststar's side. Froststar wheezed in protest, the last of the light in his eyes fading.

"Crowshadow, my deputy, my nephew. It is up to you to lead the Clan now…" Froststar whispered, his eyes shining with pride before closing forever.

The only thing Crowhadow felt after that was rage. Goldenstar gave that pathetic little smile of pity then leapt at him. Crowshadow was ready. He had been ready since the moment that he had seen Goldenstar step onto that branch at the fourtrees and glare down at him. "I have 4 lives… there is no way you could possibly beat me!" Goldenstar laughed, a horrible cracking sound that tore apart his train of thought. As she came down on him, Crowshadow flicked his paw up in an uppercut then rolled out of the way, hissing when a claw sliced off the top of his ear. Goldenstar stumbled as she landed, shocked and Crowshadow dived, claws outstretched, and slashed into the side of her throat. She gurgled on her blood and fell to the ground limp. Seconds later, she was up a snarl painted across her face. Whilst Goldenstar was a genius tactician, she was not the fighter Crowshadow was. A couple slashes later, Goldenstar was down again and croshadow stood over her with an eerie grin. It was then that the tables turned. A blow to his flank put Crowshdow off balance and he was pinned by two, large, angry tabbies with pelts the colour of mud. Goldenstar got up laughing hysterically. "This is it for you, Crowhsadow." With that she slit his throat.

"Well good job boys." Goldenstar smirked, "I finally got that tic out of my fur, now for domination ov-" She was cut of by a claws slashing at her throat. As she fell and the viscous blood pumped from the second wound, she twisted just in time to watch the mud-brothers fall in sync. Stood above her was Crowstar, who had rained the justice of StarClan upon her. As she gasped, trying to form the words to curse him, Crowstar smiled sweetly.

"Froststar says hi."