Ravenleap rolled under Beechpaw and kicked him away with his hind legs. "Take that, you fish eater!" he snarled as the brown apprentice pelted away. He looked around for more enemies; there! His deputy, Sunnypelt, was fighting the deputy of RiverClan, Aspentail. And she was fighting a losing battle, so Ravenleap raced over to her and raked his claws down Aspentail's face.
"Ravenleap!" Aspentail growled, rolling over and crushing Sunnypelt, who had been on his back.
"Yes, Aspentail," he mewed coldly. "We meet again." Aspentail and Ravenleap's mate, Dawnsky, had been the best of friends before Aspentail joined RiverClan. Now that Ravenleap and Dawnsky were together, Aspentail had vowed to kill both of them. "Surrender, or you'll die," Ravenleap warned Aspentail, as Sunnypelt wriggled out from under him and stood, baring her teeth at the tom.
"Very well," Aspentail hissed. "But I will have my revenge." He bounded away from the two, and Ravenleap had just jumped at an unfamiliar black tom, when he heard a yowl that tore his heart in two.
"Ravenleap!" He recognized the voice immediately; it was Dawnsky, his loving mate. And then he heard another cry, this time a deep one, from his leader, Whitestar, who was on his last life. Oh, no, he thought, and a nasty little voice in his head responded: Oh, yes. Dawnsky, who is carrying your kits, or Whitestar, who holds together your Clan with a firm paw. Choose, Ravenleap, choose. Let Dawnsky be killed; or let Whitestar be killed. It is a deadly decision Ravenleap, but choose...
Ignoring the voice, Ravenleap looked towards where Dawnsky was. Aspentail was on top of her, clawing her furiously, and her face was contorted in pain. Leafsong held Whitestar down, her claws at his throat. She seemed to be taunting him, which was a stupid idea.
Ravenleap gave one last, longing glance at Dawnsky. Then he turned in the other direction and leaped towards Whitestar.