Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Sitting there, Bearfur frowned. "Go ahead, kill me. You'll be doing everyone a favor," he hissed, ears flat on his head. Pulling back from the discussion, he looked at who was left of his team and frowned. We're down one, he thought. That's fine. I'll fight twice. As he asked if there were any questions, Bearfur smirked. Such theatrics. How pitiful. Rolling his eyes, he ignored the fact that there may, in fact, be cats with questions and padded to the other side of camp. "Group one! Get yourself over here now." And one by one they timidly made their way to Bearfur. Eyeing the leader of the second, group, Bearfur raised an eyebrow as the slim tom and his group stalked over. He eyed the team. Not pitiful, but not strong either. "I'll be fighting twice," decided Bearfur rathed decidedly, a bored tone tainting his voice.

Kestreleye smirked. "I believe we both have the same thoughts at this point so let's get over with it." Sitting, his tail curled around his paws. "I believe Beeflight, the small she-cat beside me, shall fight Petaldancer." At Bearfur's curt nod, he continued. "Sharpfang shall fight Fawntail. Shadestreak shall fight Iggy. Kirby shall battle Fluffy and Sandtalon shall fight Antnose." Smirking once more, Kestreleye gave the larger tom an even stare. "That leaves you to fight either Wolfheart or I." When Bearfur's jaw tightened at the mention of Wolfheart's name, he smirked.

"I fight you. Wolfheart fights whoever finishes their battle first." Bearfur eyed the tom cautiously.

"That's fair."

A reconnaissance at the right side of Kestreleye proved to Petaldancer that Beeflight, a truly tiny she-cat, was quite petrified with fear at the thought of fighting Petaldancer. As she had thought before, this was going to be a breeze. Poor Beeflight! She must be teased all the time for being so tiny. Well, I can't say I'm not going to win. With a look of sympathy, Petaldancer trotted towards the trembling she-cat. Beeflight had to tip her head up to look into the looming face of Petaldancer. The LionClan cat asked, "So, Beeflight? Do you want to fight first?" The tiny cat squeaked, "No."

So she was to fight Tigerpaw. She turned to see the young tom padding over to her, a twisted grin on his face. "Well, Gingy, I always knew it would come to this some day. Me, or you, that is. To the death." He sat down beside her. "See, I think you're too soft. You always have been, ever since we were kits. You think of others before yourself. Youre too afraid to make the first move. I was a little surprised you actually went into Horseplace and took that kit from its mother. A bit heartless dont you think? I thought at that moment, hey, maybe she actually does have some fire in her after all. But then, we got back, and youre the same Gingerpaw, just less... sparkle, in those blue eyes of yours. My guess is it takes you off your game even more. Don't worry, your death will be an entertaining one, I'll see to it." His smile broadened as she continued to stare at him. How dare he pretend to know her? To bring up how heartless it was of her to take that kit. And he was only an apprentice! How cold was he? She always knew Tigerpaw was loyal to Darkstar, and she knew he was heartless, but this? Her expression didnt change. She continued to stare at him. When she said nothing, he started up again. "You know, the fact that you aren't saying anything proves something to me. You're scared. You know you're to die today. You know I'll be able to kill you. Because you don't have the guts to kill me. I wouldn't be surprised if you just lie down and let me finish you off, but I promise you this, I'll make you beg for death befo-" Gingerpaw lunged towards him, hissing and spitting, catching him off guard. They fought and clawed at each other for a few moments before Gingerpaw had him pinned to the ground with her paw pressed against his throat. "How dare you." She spat. He had done what he set out to do, he got into her head, but she was sure he didn't expect this reaction. "You speak to me as if I were a whiny, helpless kit in the nursery. And with such hostility! I'm only returning the favor." She spat into his face, pressing harder onto his throat.