Unseen by her stocky idiots, I manage to slip right up behind Icefeather. She is scanning the clearing, but not thoroughly, for I can already see that she doesn't see my warriors.
With a battle cry from Mallowtail, cats spring onto Icefeather's warriors and knock them down. It's two to one in my advantage, but my warriors don't kill, unlike WhiteClan. They lame.
Unexpectedly, I jump onto her back and growl into her ear, close amidst the noise of the battle.
'Miss me?'
She snarls back at me. 'It was supposed to be a surprise for my dear sister!'
With this, she expertly flips over, bringing me down on my back, hard.
Fox-dung! I thought. You should have been prepared for that.
I try to wriggle out but she has my paws pinned to the ground, and now she's going to rip open my belly, but slowly. Very slowly. Icefeather revels in this kind of thing.
Yet, I am suddenly able kick my back legs and launch her off of me, she having unpinned one of my paws to slash me open. Not so smart after all, huh?
We engage in one of the fiercest battles I have ever fought. We are a chemical reaction, rolling, hissing, and slashing. Fighting cats part as we roll their way. We flip over a couple times, and she slashes my leg repeatedly, and gives me a scratch on my flank. I, in return, claw her ear and bite her tail until she lets out a fierce shriek. We fight because not only do our lives depend on it-our Clans' lives do as well. Icefeather at least knows to help her clan. We roll on, slamming into cats, breaking apart fights.
"I-never-understood-why-you-hate-me-so" I managed between attempts to bite Icefeather's anything off, currently in an advantage.
"Because-they-thought-you-were-better-than-me!" she gasped out.
In a flash, I jump off of her and pin her down to the ground, noticing how BlackClan and WhiteClan had seemingly stopped fighting. Something unsettles me about that, but my mind isn't clear and I focus on Icefeather.
"Ashclaw? Come help me."
Ashclaw is one of our strongest warriors, stocky. I come up to his chin. He comes up, unsure what to do, for he sees I am not very stable.
She doesn't resist and insult me as I had expected as I held her down. Her eyes burn with a sick hate, but I can still see honor in them. She will not allow herself to be brought down like this. But there is something else in her eyes… Love? Respect? But for whom? Not me, that much I know. Ashclaw squeezed her paws to the ground.
Suddenly, I feel a heavy weight on my back and incredible pain. The most sense I can make is that someone attacked me... Then, blinding pain, and an incredible, eye-searing white.
AN: I never know why author always say that when you fall into unconsciousness, you see darkness-I guess because you close your eyes. But if you are in pain, wouldn't there a blinding color to relate to the pain? And then darkness?