[Fawn]

The stunted NightClan leader went for Thunderclaw's belly, and Lionstar lurched from the brush in a burst of speed, kicking up dirt and ash as he threw himself at the NightClan leader – suspecting she had given up concepts such as honor and morality a long time ago. He couldn't trust her not to go for a killing blow, especially if it was towards a warrior from a Clan she had channeled all of her loathing into. A snarl on his lips, the Lion struck with bone-jarring force, not so much a well-timed attack as it was him simply bulldozing her over, feeling very much as though he were fighting an apprentice and not a full-grown warrior.

An apprentice with nine lives and irrefutable hatred of you.

With the element of surprise undoubtedly on his side, Lionstar spared her nothing, clawing and biting at her petite monochrome body with no reserve, conscious of the blood pounding his ears as he took a few cuts and teeth-marks himself, but he had the clear significant size advantage over her. Enough is enough, Ravenstar! This is for everything you've put my Clan through, and for every mocking look you've ever given me. As if all the moons he'd stood upon the high ledge beside the other leaders, the inner ire he felt at her obvious dismissal of his presence, as if his Clan was not worthy of such acknowledgment, came flooding back to him, fueling his blows with what he felt was justifiable, disgusted dislike.

The golden Clan-leader roared in pain as needle sharp claws raked across his face, blood gushing from a slice on his nose, droplets splashing into his vision for a temporary, stinging blindness – the TreeClanner making her pay for her last serious attack by latching onto her scruff, sinking his teeth in deep. In a terrific moment of rage, Lionstar would have killed her right then and there, so prepared to do so, to end it in one swift bite to the throat – one could shake even could snap her neck if he put all of his strength into it – but a trickle of morality managed to find it's way into his battle-fevered brain, to make his jaws loosen enough that she could be dragged back by a jet black warrior suffering from his own battle wounds.

Wrathful golden eyes met the savage, mismatched gaze of Blackwolf, and for a split second, Lionstar tensed for an attack, but the NightClan tom was backing away, obviously aware that with Ravenstar in such bad shape, there was no other course of action but to retreat.

Blackwolf set down Ravenstar as gently as he could, his flanks heaving and bloodied, before lifting his jaw to yowl out a hasty retreat.

NightClan had lost.