[coarsepaw]

Rain was splashing down on the brink of exploding the surface. It was a dark night, the moon was at full, and there were two cats fighting below.
"How dare you try to kill me! This isn't about what is the past, you shouldn't even be in our territory!" Spat Shorewing.
"Oh yeah? Who died and you became leader you filthy rogue? You killed my family and this is my revenge!" Coarsed jumped out and landed on Shorewing. Then Shorewing rolled over and landed on Coarse.
"You filthy traitor, I should have you killed and swatted around a bit just for daring to try to get me!"
A thunderbolt smashed into a tree behind them, taking the small seconds of distraction, Coarse threw Shorewing off and clawed her legs in a fast sweeping motion.
"You are no match for an exprienced fighter who has trained in the hardest conditions. NOW YOU SHALL DIE!" He yowled the loudest his lungs would let him, and lunged straight at the terrified Shorewing and literally snapped him in half.
Blood spills the ground, and so forth this is just the begining of his blood thirsty rage...
Panting, Coarse rested for a few minutes, and ran off back to his Moutains, covered in blood, and licking his salt flavored lips. This is only the begining, he thought.
As the poor Shorewing defeated grousemly, appearing in Starclan wasn't as welcoming as he thought.
"You call yourself a deputy? You got stunned just by a battlecry and a Thunder bolt! You don't even deserve to be made warrior, let alone deputy! Shall we call you "Shorescreamkit"?" One of the strange figures said.
"It wasn't my fault, he had this strange power that flowed through him that I just couldn't bare!" Shorewing argued.
"It doesn't matter now. Your dead at the weakest times, and your clan will remember you for a pathedic idiot who died for no cause but for another cat's taste. You disgust me. You don't deserve to be in Starclan." Said another.
And now, this is where the strange trickery amongst the clans have happened...