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Warriors belongs to the Erin Hunter

Warscar turned around his red eyes widened, "Duskfang?"

Duskfang launched himself at the traitorous deputy. The two where sent rolling nearly hitting Adderstripe who jumped away from the two wrestling cats.

Duskfang's claws dug into Warscar's sides, he nipped at Warscar repeatedly letting scarlet fall from the wounds. The deputy had been so shocked by Duskfang's attack that all he could think of doing was kick the warrior off.

Duskfang was thrown into a tree trunk; the impact knocked all the air out of him. He picked himself up and took a deep breath. He looked up at the white tabby tom, hatred burning in his eyes.

Warscar had gotten over his shock and now was smirking at Duskfang "Well, well, well looks like the little rouge warrior has found us." He said. Adderstripe stood behind him his eyes where stretched out in shock and horror.

Duskfang hissed angrily "You, stupid, mouse brained, miserable excuse for a cat, piece of fox dung!" he spat.

Warscar glared at him "What a sharp tongue you have." He growled. "How about I cut it out?"

Duskfang glared straight back not even flinching "Come and take it then," He hissed tensing up.

Adderstripe took a step forward but Warscar blocked him with his tail. "No, I'll take care of this rouge." He said. The deputy crouched down and unsheathed his claws. He narrowed his red eyes and launched himself at the warrior.

Duskfang rolled under him letting out a lash with his claws striking at Warscar's leg. Warscar spun around and nipped at Duskfang's tail. Duskfang turned around and aimed for Warscar's face, but not before he was tackled.

Warscar held him down snarling "Hold still won't you?" He dug his claws into Duskfang's belly. The young warrior let out a screech of pain and tried to kick Warscar off. But Warscar held on.

"Did you really think you could beat me? Worthless rouge."

Duskfang snarled then raised his head enough to bite into Warscar's snout. The white warrior let out a snarl and backed up shaking his head furiously and then rubbed the blood off with his paw.

Duskfang got up and hissed "Yes I do."

If looks could kill Duskfang would just be a faint memory by now.

The two began to lash and bite at each other their wounds spilling blood

The young warrior launched himself at Warscar knocking the older cat down, it took all of his strength to keep him down.

The white warrior struggled furiously and then lashed out a Duskfang "I never thought that a rouge would be harder to kill then a clan born cat."

Duskfang's eyes widened "What?"

Warscar grinned "What do you think happened to Patchfur?"

"You killed Patchfur?"

Patchfur had been a middle aged warrior, a stickler for the rules but a good friend. He had helped with Duskfang's training and was like a second mentor to him. Patchfur had been found on the thunderpath. He'd been run over but when Redfern had been getting him prepared for burial she had noticed a giant gash on his throat. After that Redfern had suspected that the warrior had been killed but the culprit had never been found.

"The stupid piece of crow food stuck his nose in where it didn't belong. So I had to get rid of him." Warscar's voice broke through. "And I'll do the same to you." He bit into Duskfang's leg and twisted it around while he rolled over. Duskfang was brought crashing to the ground.

The two separated and then started to circle each other.

"Why Warscar? You could've just waited to become the leader; there was no need for all this trouble. All this killing."

Warscar licked his bloody paw carelessly "Simple because of the troublesome medicine cat."

"What? What does Redfern have to do with anything?" Duskfang's voice became defensive.

"She has been trying to convince Thymestar to replace me. She doesn't think I'll be a good leader."

"Redfern has always been a good judge of character." Duskfang smirked.

Warscar snarled angrily and launched himself at Duskfang. "You little brat." He held the warrior down and growled.

Duskfang slapped at Warscar's face with his claws. The deputy looked down furiously at the gray tom. His voice was ice cold "When I'm finished here and become leader poor Redfern is going to have a terrible accident maybe several."

Duskfang suddenly stopped struggling "What?" his voice had pure coldness behind it.

"Redfern is bound to be suspicious, and I doubt she'd follow me. So just like I did to Patchfur and you, I'll get rid of her."

Duskfang saw red and answered in a distant angry voice "Your Insane."

Warscar grinned "Not insane, I just know how to get what I want, and how to get rid of those in my way. Now it's your turn to-"

"Shut up." It seemed impossible to put so much hate into two words. Duskfang's golden eyes where cold stars and suddenly out of no where he let out enough strength to kick the deputy off, he quickly got up and jumped next to Warscar.

"What the…?" Warscar looked up and realized that he couldn't recognize the young warrior that he had tormented in those cold golden eyes.

Duskfang bit into Warscar's neck crushing the air out of him.

"uuuzght."

"What are you doing?" Duskfang could barley comprehend Adderstripe's words, he wouldn't care anyway. There was only one goal in the cat's mind, to get rid of the ambitious deputy.

Slowly the struggling got weaker and weaker as Duskfang's fangs sunk deeper and deeper. Until it stopped completely, Duskfang let go of Warscar's neck and picked his head up his muzzle was lathered in blood. His golden eyes without any emotion, He turned his gaze to Adderstripe.

The deputy was dead.

"Duskfang?" A voice cried out.

Duskfang turned his head to see Willowleaf's bright green eyes starring at him in horror.