Thrushwing raced into the clearing after hearing the battle cries of Blazingstar and the ShadowClan leader. It was time. Finally, after preparing himself for battle since the last gathering, the ThunderClan warrior wasn't startled at all by the sudden war. Thrushwing raised his tail high and flattened his ears, showing that he was ready for a fight with his posture and the determination in his eyes. He was a large tom, having muscles that were evidence of his sheer strength. The tabby tom had been through multiple battles before, both once in a war with the Dusk Syndicate and multiple times in rogues stealing ThunderClan prey as always. His claws were unsheathed, ready to put them between someone's ears at any moment. His yellow eyes scanned the clearing, pupils wide to take in as much scenery as possible. His target would have to be another warrior, fighting an apprentice would be pointless and wouldn't damage the clan's strength at all. Actually, by the looks of it, there were no WindClan or ShadowClan apprentices in sight.. Thrushwing paused his movements, having an idea. He stood there, keeping himself stationery in the middle of the war. Instead of interrupting someone else's fight or making the first move, the opponent would have to come to him. Making himself an obvious irresistible target by just standing there like a mouse-brain to battle. He looked defenseless and weak by looking around like he didn't know what was going on, perfect.
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