Duke in the camp. (From the territory topic, check it out to know how he got here.)

Duke ran into WindClan main camp. The first thing he noticed was a pile of fresh-kill, and he was to hungry to fight the cats in the nursery, sohe ran to it and started to eat the small pile of rabbits and other animals. At least i'll be full when those other cats get here. Duke thought to himself as he started quickly gulping down all the fresh-kill.

A big gray tom screeched angrily when he saw the wolf eating his Clan's prey,and his amber eyes glinted with fury. "WindClan! Attack!"he roared the battle cry,lashing his long tail and springing across the clearing to tackle the wolf. "Get out!"he snarled,ripping at the bigger creature's shoulders and neck with very long,sharp front claws.

A young brown tabby tom heard the cry of fury and raced into the clearing from his duty in the elder's den. Birchpaw hissed in rage and leaped for the wolf,who was glping down what little fresh-kill they had. He lunged for his throat,teeth bared and claws outstretched.

Braveclaw jumped in his nest. "Those apprentices sure are noisy,"he grunted,heaving himself to his paws and peeking his head from the elder's den. His eyes widened and he shrieked in anger. "Braveclaw! Defend the nursery!"the gray tom yowled. He only nodded. He didn't dare disobey the deputy,and stood in front of the nursery,unsheathing his claws.

Vixenpaw leaped into camp and ran towards the wolf,aiming to slice it's underbelly as she went by. "Get out of here!"she screeched.

Duke was just finishing the prey that was in the pile when a large tom started slashing at his shoulders. He was trying to shake him off when he saw the next cat going for his throat, he aimed to knock the cat out of mid-air, then roll to get the other cat off his back and dodge the third cat's attack at the same time.

Smoketail hit the ground,landing on his paws. Then he jumped to get on the wolf's head. Fury filled his limbs and threatened to cloud his mind,but he somehow managed to keep his cool and think of strategys.

Silverfang jumped towards the wolf. It had been a struggle to get to camp in his condition, but at least he made it.

Shiron ran after the silver tom. He had been patrolling the border by himself when he heared Lyra and some cats. He had gone to investigate but by the time he had arived, the wolf had gone, even if the scent of the rouge still lingered in the air. He froze as he saw two cats on Duke and retreated to the shadows. When one fell off, he would be ready to strike.

Duke was still strugling with the other cats on him. But he scented the faint smell of another wolf. Oh no, another wolf is here! I have to go, I can't take a whole cat clan AND 2 wolves. Oh well, the prey was good. Duke quickly thought to himself before running the opposite direction from where he scented the other wolf, cat's still clinging to his back.

Shiron growled and lunged at Duke, his claws outstreached. There was no way in Starclan he could miss, his attack was well aimed and he was ready for battle.

Silverfang slashed at the wolf's ear again before falling off.

Duke was bowled o ver by the unmistakable Shiron. He was being scratched and bitten at from under Shiron, but under his attacks Duke could see his neck was exposed, it was his only chance, he pushed his head forward, jaws aiming to clamp down on Shiron's throat.

Shiron's keen eyes spotted the attack and he lowered his muzzel swiftly, so it was not his throat Duke bit, but his snout. "Why you mangy, crow-food eating double crosser! I'll have your skin for this see if I won't!" Using his unnaturally long claws, Shiron reached down, hoping to slash the belly or hopefully, the throat.

Duke at least got something, but at the moment his belly was getting slashed, and his blood started pouring down his side. "Get off me!" Duke growled, while the unatural strength and blood thirsty power grows in him, before pushing with suprising strength, lifting up the other wolf off of him long enough for him to slip out.

Smoketail yowled after the wolf,his eyes full of fury. "Don't come back you mangy piece of crow-food!"he howled.

OOC: Magor powerplay Dusty....

Silverfang got up and watched the wolf run away, the blood leaving a trail. "I'm sure glad thats over." He meowed, licking where he had been bitten.

Shiron stood and growled. "I'm affraid that our dirt has found its way into your territory." He narrowed his eyes and then began to walk out of the cat's camp and back towards his own.

Mintpaw's head was swimming. She had run straight through a heather bush and slammed into a rock on the other side. She stumbled clumsily on the ground when the she-wolf let go of her scruff.

Lyra sighed as she put the small cat on the ground, releasing her grip. She had missed the fight all because she had stopped to help the clumsy cat. Without a word she turned around and dashed to catch up with Shiron who was heading back to WolfClan territory.