Tada!!! New chapter! I WILL DOMINATE THIS CHALLENGE!!! MUAHHAHHAHAHA! FEEL MY AWESOME WRATH!!! -ahem- Uhh... read?

So you think you're tough, huh?

It was a night every cat would remember. A night where all Clans fought each other for control of their entire lakeside territory. Blood would be spilled by the buckets, and claws would be lashing out from hidden places. There were no allies. The only cat another cat could trust was one from their own Clan. That night, ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan would fight to many cats' death, and whatever Clan won would gain superiority among the four Clans.

A dark tortoiseshell she-cat slinked calmly along the ground, avoiding lashing claws and biting mouths. Her paws treaded lightly on the blood-soaked earth as she crept around, and no cat could see her in the darkness. Fixing her eyes on something in the distance, she hunched into a stalk. Suddenly, she sprang forward and upward with a battle cry, and she dug her claws into the shoulders of a dark brown tabby.

"Spottedfang!" the tabby hissed, the dark voice revealing that it was a tom. He lurched up, dislodging Spottedfang's pointed claws from his shoulders. The she-cat toppled over on the ground and looked up at the tom, a snarl twisting her face.

"You think you're tough enough to get rid of me, do you, Hawkstripe? That little plot you had to kill me, it didn't work, now did it?" she hissed, a menacing look in her eyes. Hawkstripe gasped and looked around quickly. Once he confirmed no one had heard the traitorous she-cat, he fixed his amber gaze on her.

Crouching into a pounce, he hissed, "That was for the good of my Clan! I know you, Spottedfang. You'd have anyone -even your own kits- kill Finchstar so you could take over!" The she-cat stepped sideways as he launched himself at her, making him fall on the ground. She quickly pinned him down with her front claws and glared at him.

"You leave Weedpaw and Bristlepaw out of this! They did nothing to you, yet you tried to kill them, too!" she yowled, her eyes glazing over with anger. Spottedfang unsheathed her front claws and raised a paw over Hawkstripe's head. Her claw was about to cut through his neck when she was abruptly thrown sideways, flying off the tom. Hissing and spitting, she looked over at the tom and saw a tortoiseshell named Dapplesong standing over the tom and looking at her with pain and confusion in her blue eyes.

Slowly, the other she-cat got off Hawkstripe. Spottedfang suddenly remembered that Dapplesong was the tabby's mother, and she lowered herself into a crouch. Fear burned in Dapplesong's eyes, but it was soon replaced with determination and regret.

"Spottedfang. Don't. You can't hurt me, or Hawkstripe. I am your mother," she meowed simply. Spottedfang's eyes went wide with shock and her mouth dropped, but Hawkstripe turned to Dapplesong.

"Y-You've got to be kidding, right mother?" he mewed, looking shocked and in pain. When Dapplesong he shook her head, he growled furiously, "Liar! You can't have been her mother! We look nothing alike!"

Dapplesong turned and growled at him. "Hawkstripe, open your foolish eyes! You looking nothing like her, but I do! You look like your father... Fishstripe." The two siblings' eyes went even wider with shock.

"But... I'm from ThunderClan!" Spottedfang choked, "And you two are from ShadowClan! Fishstripe is from RiverClan!"

"Fishstripe was my mate."

"But... how did I end up in ThunderClan?"

The old she-cat sighed. "We didn't want anyone in ShadowClan or RiverClan to be suspicious. We left you on the ThunderClan border, knowing they would take you in. Hawkstripe stayed with me. We acted as if we found him on the border, since he looks like Fishstripe. Only Hawkstripe knows I am his real mother," she meowed, with an affectionate look to her son.

A blaze of fury suddenly burned in Spottedfang's chest. She couldn't trust this old she-cat! Milkspots was her mother, not this crazy ShadowClan warrior. Unsheathing her claws, Spottedfang suddenly leapt toward her 'mother'. She raked her claws down the she-cat's pelt, feeling blood well under her claws. To her surprise, the other tortoiseshell did nothing but stand there.

Dapplesong fell to her paws, her corpse bloody. Spottedfang looked up in triumph and saw Hawkstripe's angry and bewildered expression with a feeling of resentment.

"You... killed our mother," he whispered, as if he could not believe it. "I would kill you now, Spottedfang, if I didn't know you were my sister. I will not attack you." With this said, he turned around, beginning to walk off into the battle again.

Anger flooded Spottedfang's eyes as she watched him walk away. She snorted and yowled, "If only you were strong, Hawkstripe!" Then she pelted toward him, leaping onto his back and flipping the tom over and onto his back. She raked her sharp claws at his stomach as he yowled and twitched in agony and surprise. When he went limp, she gave him a final deathblow and jumped off his dead body.

"So you think you're tough, huh? Well, I sure did show you wrong!" she chuckled, walking away.

Ahh... how fun it is to write in an evil cat's view of things! Well, whom do you think is more devious, Copperpaw or Spottedfang?
Oh, also, sorry if I wrote Spottedleaf instead of Spottedfang in some parts. Oopsies! :) ---brackenfurlover