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(Shadow, you may wanna read a bit to get an idea of where everyone is at before posting..)
Springsand plodded forth into the camp, with her brother close behind her. She slowed down slightly, allowing the darker cat to pull ahead of her- just as if this was simply another day with him leading the two around. She noticed his disgruntled expression as he glared towards the warriors den, which was now a bit crowded looking with the newcomers. She purred and twitched her tail. "Y'know, you don't have to be that territorial over everything. I doubt no cat would dare to invade your precious nesting spot."
Cedarleaf simply grunted in response before turning his yellow eyes onto her own in a searching manner. She stiffled her purr and blinked back at him, curious. "I've never seen you so... self-concious before," Her brother's thoughtful tone made her even more curious, but a slight prickle of dread began to spread throughout her body. "Did that tomcat say something to un-nerve you, Kin?"
"Oh, Beatle? No, no- nothing like that. He was- I... I ran into him on accident and nothing more was done so you should just drop it." Her words came stuttering and very fast-paced, causing her brother's eyes to narrow into bright golden slits. He examined her for a few more moments before a flood of amusement filled his face, and he twitched his whiskers.
"Hn. How very interesting... to think you of all cats..." Springsand strained to hear his quiet words, but was unable to make out anything else.
"That I of all cats...?"
"Nothing." He began to trot again at a fast pace, and the pale colored she-cat was forced to follow. This continued for a few minutes before her brother's face once again glanced back at her, this time filled with a very uncharacteristic playfullness. "Hey, Kin?"
"It's Springand... what?"
"Dodge." She felt her eyes go wide and managed to open her mouth a moment before her brother launched himself at her, his jawstaking hold in her scruff, and his paws pressed into her shoulders and head. She could hear him purring, and vainly struggled for a few moments before getting an idea. She went totally limp, and her brother loosened his grip. "Giving up alrea-"
He never got to finish his sentance as Springsand whirled on him and pinned his spine into the earth, her own jaws locked on his neck. Cedarleaf growled at the trickery and vainly pummeled her head for a few moments before giving in, and his sister backed off to get her own breathe back. "Nice fight, brother. I think the mice were actually intimidated for once."

(Oh.. and what they said Shadow ! BTW.... had the war started... I WANNA FIGHT! Also... Fishpaw is fighting for Windclan and Riverclan, Acornpaw is fighting for Thunderclan.... also... let's just say that Acornpaw has befriended Firestar already )

Ravenfeather watched the newcomers with more suspicion than curiosity. They made him slightly nervous, especially their leader, but he wasn't about to say so. His fur prickled as the large brown cat slipped into the warriors den. Firestar trusts them, I should too, he tells himself, trying to erase any feelings of doubt. It didn't seem to be helping. The tension in his limbs was now a mixture of the coming war and the fact that his home was filled with cats bearing the scent of a stranger. If they were to have a change of heart in the heat of the battle...
He shakes his head, as if trying to whisk the thoughts away. Ravenfeather then finds himself searching for Cedarleaf and Springsand and spots them, the latter seeming to have pinned her brother against the ground. His tail curls in amusement as he pads over to the siblings. Not to mention, he's also glad that whatever happened earlier between them seemed to have been forgotten. The black tom's ears twitch at the last few words of Springsand's sentence and he purrs.
"Y'know, I wonder, is it bad that Dawnpaw and I don't get into an argument at every turn of our tail?" His voice is full of mirth, but behind the veil of a smile, the question is a serious one and he often asks it of himself.
Ravenfeather sits, looking almost smug at Cedarleaf, who's back is still to the ground. "Do you ev-" His mew is cut off by something slamming into his side, and for a moment, he's sure one of those rogues have begun an attack. Then he realizes that the scent of his attacker is distinctly ThunderClan and he recognizes the light brown fluff. "Dawnpaw!" he gasps as he hits the grass face-first. "What in the name of StarClan!?"
Now the little she-cat sits quietly on his back and raises her chin. "I've been watching her," she flicks her tail towards Springsand. Ravenfeather opens his mouth to say something, but she shakes her head at him. "I don't know what to do with a big brother, but she does. So I figured, 'Hey, maybe I should tackle Ravenfeather!'" The whole thing is so Dawnpaw that the elder brother can't stay mad, and he finds himself purring again.
"Not all sisters are mean to their brother. That's just a stereotype, Dawnpaw." At this she gives him a confused look, but any question she had is forced to be held as he sits up, dumping her on the dusty earth. "Hey!" she mews, shaking herself off. Ravenfeather snorts at her and then glares at Springsand. "Thanks."

Leopardstar glances at the sky, as black as pitch. She nods to her deputy, confirming that all the cats she chose to fight alongside her were present. Before signalling her clan, Leopardstar glances behind her, checking to make sure the apprentices, namely Acornpaw, were faring well under the possible stress of a battle. She had high hopes for Acornpaw, and she was sure he would easily take out any ThunderClan apprentice that opposed him.
Holding her head high, the she-cat flicks her tail, a silent signal that sets RiverClan's warriors at a quick but steady pace behind WindClan. She scowls as the trees blot out what little light the sky provides. WindClan must not be faring any better, she thinks, realizing that even RiverClan has some trees in their territory. Onestar's warriors must not be used to anything but open moor. She makes a mental note to try and keep the battle on clear ground, for both of their clans.

((OOC: Hope you don't mind me starting things up a little. I'm ready to fight. 8D))
Ravenfeather blinks at Thunderstrike, who seems to have no shame in his complete and total outburst at the raven-furred tom. He frowns, then glances up and swallows, seeing the yellow tom looking at him. Ravenfeather looks away, ears twitching in embarrassment. Now he has the strong urge to rebuke his sister's actions, but he bites his tongue and instead tends to his dust-covered fur, attempting to return his coat to it's normal glossy-black. Won't matter, he thinks darkly, I doubt any cat will take care to keep it unruffled during a fight.
Now he stands and pads slowly over to the camp entrance. He stops in mid-step, seeing Wolfeye has already taken up post. Maybe she wouldn't mind some help. Ravenfeather sits down on the other side of the small gap, amber eyes fixed on the forest. He hates this, looking at the trees as if they hold some secret against him. This is his home, ThunderClan's home. One shouldn't fear the very thing that gives them life, sustains and protects them on dark nights.
And even as he's thinking this, the almost inaudible sound of paw-steps makes itself known to him, and it's only seconds before he smells the scent born of the winds on the moorland. He knows now, even thought his amber gaze cannot discern the figures in the shadows that, without a doubt-
They're here.

Ravenfeather felt his fur prickle as a hush fell on the camp behind him. He stood smoothly, forcing himself to breath calmly. Everywhere he heard faint rustles, and as he realized how many warriors must be on the opposing side, he felt his head spin. He sends a silent prayer to StarClan, though the words in his head feel hollow and meaningless. Cats in the skies would not help him tonight, only his training and sharpness of his claws. Ravenfeather hated fighting, or any conflict for that matter, but now as he thinks of Dawnpaw and a few certain others, his fur bristles and he has to stifle a low growl as he readies himself for whoever targets him in the gloom.

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Dawnpaw stills herself, feeling the sudden increase of tension in the air. Ever so slowly, she stands up. She swallows, and the sound in her head seems so loud in the silence that she fears the enemy may have heard her, but all stays still. Her green eyes are an odd mixture of fear and anticipation, and her tail twitches as they wait for...what? She's not sure, but whatever it is, Dawnpaw is sure she won't miss it when it comes.

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Leopardstar sees the WindClan cats spreading out and thinks carefully for a moment. She doesn't want her clan getting driven one by one into the forest, but surrounding the camp is a good idea. She turns to her warriors and follows Onestar's formation, though she is skeptical. Maybe if she spreads them out evenly enough, they will attack as a full force rather than alone. Now the spotted she-cat crouches in the undergrowth, eying the two guards. You will be going first, she decides with narrowed eyes. She glances at Onestar and stalks towards him. "Shall we give the signal together?" she growls, eyes glinting at the thought of both their clans launching themselves at the helpless ThunderClan cats.

((OOC: tl;dr - Raven gets his game-face on, Dawn is slightly confused, Leopard is ready for slaughtering.))

((OOC: Last post for the night. c: I don't want to get too far into the battle. x3))

Leopardstar didn't hesitate to launch herself into the fray after she and Onestar's clans. The spotted she-cat made for the camp entrance, but just as she made it into the clearing, something bowled her over, slamming her into the ground. One of the guards, the black tom, reared above her with his white claws unsheathed. He plunged forward, but Leopardstar rolled to the side before his claws could pierce her chest. Her eyes quickly glanced around for Firestar, and she was pleased to see Onestar finding his way towards the orange tabby.

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Ravenfeather growled in frustration as the she-cat slid from underneath him and got to her paws. Tricky RiverClan cats! Again he leaps, though now he is more careful. The blow is aimed directly at her face, and when blood begins welling from three smooth lines below her eye, Leopardstar is infuriated. She leaps at him, her only goal being to inflict some kind of damage, and Ravenfeather side-steps easily. Anger is your worst enemy in a battle. It will make you carelessly brutal. This Ravenfeather knows, and as the leader skids to a halt when she misses, he tackles her from behind and grabs her scruff like a kit. Through the din, Ravenfeather makes out a pained yowl from his right. The tom nearly loses his grip on the RiverClan leader when he sees Thunderstrike, pinned and outnumbered by Onestar and his ruffians.
There is no thought, no conscious decision that Ravenfeather makes when he drops the unsteady she-cat and steps over her. With a low growl, Ravenfeather springs at the larger cat, aiming to knock Onestar off of the yellow tom with sheer force.

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Dawnpaw's fur is fluffed out at maximum as she watches the battle rage on around her. No one has thought to attack the little she-cat, but she keeps her guard up. All of these cats are far too large for her to take on alone, so she keeps an eye out for any apprentices that she may have a chance against, even with what little training she has.

im sorry im new to warrior cats so i dont know much sorry...