[Mauve]

It had just been like any other day in the camp. Heatherfur had gone out searching for herbs in the morning, taking a few moments to be by herself and collect her thoughts. With the prophecy looming over each of the Clans, she hadn't seen much of Daydream to continue her training. She missed the ShadowClan medicine cat, but wasn't sure if Fallenstar would even allow for any cat that wasn't RiverClan to set paw on the territory. Tensions were as high as she had ever felt them, and she consistently looked over her shoulder whenever she left camp to ensure that she was safe. Now, as she sat in her den, she was surprised to hear a loud call ring out across the clearing. Shortly behind that, the faintest trace of WindClan reached her, and she felt her eyes widen. No... she thought, spinning on her paws and racing out of the den, praying to StarClan that she wouldn't see what she already expected to be in the clearing.

A large patrol of WindClan cats had burst into the clearing, driving themselve with claws unsheathed towards the unsuspecting warriors of RiverClan. Instantly, yowls echoed through the air as flurries of fur shot past Heatherfur, who stood dumbfounded at the entrance to her den. Her eyes searched for Blazingstar, hoping to find his familiar orange pelt. Hatred boiled within her, a rage that had been simmering ever since the last meeting at Seastones where the medicine cats, deputies, and leaders had all discussed the meaning of the ominous prophecy. Instinctively, her claws slid out from their sheaths, and she wanted nothing more than to sink them into the fur of any cat who tried to harm her new Clanmates. Gone was the loyalty she felt towards her former home. This was a cowardly attack, and she wanted to make sure WindClan and their leader paid for it.

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(Open!)

As an attack call rang out across the clearing, waking a rather exhausted Dawnpaw in the apprentices' den, the young she-cat felt her heart quicken it's pace. "Wha..?" she mumbled, turning over and blinking sleep away from her eyes as she tried to squint through the small entrance of the den. Outside yowls could be heard, and as a loud thud sounded outside Dawnpaw jumped up, fully awake now. She shot from the apprentices' den like a bullet, horror and shock freezing her in her tracks as she spotted a heavy patrol of WindClan cats pouring in from the camp entrance. "What's going on?" she wailed, her tail flattening against the ground and her ears slapping against the top of her skull. Why was WindClan attacking them? What had they done wrong? Where was... "Wolfdancer!" she called, her blue eyes darting around in search of her mentor. She had only a couple battle training sessions, and wasn't even sure how to begin to start this fight; she needed her mentors help.

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(WindClan, open!)

The entire way through RiverClan's territory, Jaybreeze's heart had been lit up with the desire to prove himself once again to his Clan. Having been selected to accompany the patrol that would drive the foolish RiverClan out of the territory felt like an honor to him. No longer would they have to put up with Fallenstar's tyranny, and at that along with a narrow of his yellow eyes, the gray warrior smiled. But it wasn't until Buttercupbreeze called out the attack command that a full on grin broke out, and Jaybreeze threw himself into the clearing. His gray fur was a flash as he darted around, letting out a yowl of his own to announce the arrival of himself and his fellow warriors.