Two vs. Two

Nightfrost twitched his ears at the loud crunching of snow. A whiff of Windclan scent flowed though the warriors' den. He quickly roused and padded to the clearing. A brown tom sprayed snow after he bursted into camp.

"Shadowclan and Riverclan!" Onewhisker gasped. "They're attacking our camp! We're outnumbered and fighting for our lives. Tallstar refuses to be driven off this time. You must help or my clan will be wiped out!"

His yowl brought out every able cat out. Bluestar pushed out of her den, Yellowfang emerged from the nursery and the elders poked their heads out of the nursery.

"I heard," she meowed. Without mounting the Highrock, the Thunderclan leader gave the yowl she used to call the Clan together.

As soon as the Clan had gathered, Bluestar began. "There's no time to waste. It's as we feared —Shadowclan and Riverclan have joined together, and now they're attacking the Windclan camp. We must help them." She paused and looked around at the faces staring back at her in dismay. Onewhisker stood beside her, listening silently with wide, hopeful eyes.

"But we are leaf-bare–weak!" protested Patchpelt. "We've taken a risk for Windclan once before. Let them take care of themselves this time." A few murmurs of agreement rose from the elders and queens.

It was Tigerclaw who answered him, stepping forward to stand beside Bluestar. "You're right to be cautious, Patchpelt. But if Shadowclan and Riverclan have united, it is only a matter of time before they turn on us. It's better we fight now, with Windclan, than later, alone!"

Bluestar looked at Patchpelt, who closed his eyes and lifted his tail, accepting Tigerclaw's words.

Yellowfang pushed her way forward and spoke quietly to the leader. "I think you should remain behind in camp, Bluestar. The fever from the greencough may have gone, but you'll still be weak."

Bluestar nodded briskly. "Tigerclaw, I want you to organize two parties, one to head the attack, one to back it up. We need to get there as fast as we can!"

"Yes, Bluestar." Tigerclaw turned to the warriors. "Whitestorm, you'll head the second party; I'll head the first. I'll take Darkstripe, Mousefur, Longtail, Dustpelt, and Fireheart."

"You!" Tigerclaw called to Onewhisker. "What's your name?" The Windclan warrior looked startled by Tigerclaw's tone.

Fireheart answered for him. "Onewhisker," he meowed.

Tigerclaw nodded, barely pausing to look at Fireheart. "Onewhisker, you'll be in my party. The rest of the Thunderclan warriors will join Whitestorm."

"Are we all ready?" called Tigerclaw. The warriors raised their heads and let out a battle cry. Tigerclaw charged for the gorse tunnel and they raced after him. Nightfrost suppressed a growl as Whitestorm gathered the remaining warriors.

"Nightfrost! Hurry up!" cried his friend and he padded after them.

Thunderclan padded out of the forest like river flowing out. Whitestorm's group soon reached Tigerclaw's. The deputy flicked his tail and meowed to the white tom. "Whitestorm, wait until you hear my battle cry! Onewhisker, you lead us through the camp entrance; we'll take care of the rest."

Whitestorm nodded and backed his party away. Tigerclaw took off after Onewhisker, his battle party behind him. Soon, a battle cry rang out. Whitestorm rushed into the Windclan camp, followed by his party. Nightfrost quickly jumped in with no hesitation. The small tom looked around and tackled Nightstar, who had teamed up with Crookedstar against Tallstar. The two rolled away from the two leaders in a fury of fur and claws. The two somehow leap away from each other.

"Let's see if you can best a leader, kittypet!" Nightstar spat out. Nightfrost narrow his eyes and returned the insult as he attacked.

"I killed a couple dogs before, a leader is no different!" Shadowclan's leader's eyes widen in fear before coming in for a blow. "A dog is too much for a weakling like you!"

Nightfrost smirked and hit the leader's shoulder hard. Nightstar fell, with his belly exposed. The black warrior grinned and made a show of lightly clawing the stomach. He paused and got off.

"Shadowclan still need its leader. Run, Nightstar. Run away. This territory does not belong to Shadowclan nor Riverclan but Windclan." Nightfrost hissed as the leader yowled out a retreat and ran off with his clan. The clearing became a bit empty with the Shadowclan warriors gone. Now, every cat watched the remaining leaders, Crookedstar and Tallstar.

Nightfrost took a step to them and stopped. He shook his head. This is their battle. The two toms fought in a fury of fur and blood flying all over the clearing. It got loud as Riverclan and Windclan chanted their leader's name. Crookedstar soon had Tallstar pinned, his clan hollering and baring their teeth to Windclan.

Suddenly, Tallstar moved to grab Crookedstar's neck in his jaws. Crookedstar choked and struggled and Tallstar pushed him down. Riverclan stopped in silence, as Tallstar released the brown tabby. "Leave my territory. Windclan is here to stay."

Crookedstar fled, spitting out curses as Riverclan followed. The battle was over. Nightftost signed and looked for Fireheart. The orange tom was slumped as Willowpelt applied herbs on him. Fireheart widen his eyes and turned to Tigerclaw, who was watching his brother. He padded to the young warrior. The two talked in seemly even terms as Greystripe padded to them exhausted.

Tigerclaw growled and padded off. Greystripe's eyes glistened and meowed to his friend after moons. Nightfrost purred. It seems they have made up.

So it is the end of the poll.

Sandstorm-9

Cinderpelt-8

Spottedleaf-2+1, forgot about a request, and I can't tell about Cinderpelt.

So original mate won. Cinderpelt...well, there is Lionbraze and Cinderheart, though it'll be different in this story. Spottedleaf...now that will be a surprise after maybe a couple years.