Frostclan

Several hushed voices pierced the thin air as the cats waited, hidden in the brush at the base of Leapordclan territory. Sunlight began to barrel down through the trees. Anxiousness was in the air as the scent of cats drew closer. All the cats looked at Hazelstar for orders, but none would question any decision he made. Two large cats and an apprentice strolled out from behind a particularly large tree, and instinct caused Hazelstar to unsheathe his massive claws. Tension grew as the other cats in the group copied this. "Remember," He whispered quietly, "Give them something to remember us, a lesson, but nothing more." A disgraced hiss came from the back of the group, there wasn't enough time to address it, the group was in range. He let out a terrifying yowl and jumped at the cats.
The first warrior swung at him, but his dazed state made him easy to knock over. Hazelstar latched onto the black and brown pelt with his teeth, keeping a firm grasp on the warrior's shoulder. The tom swung his head back and forth in a feeble attempt to loosen the leader's grip, and Hazelstar saw his chance. As blood stained him coat, the warrior jumped up onto his hind legs, clawing vigorously at the fur on Hazelstar's back. Dropping the cat's shoulder caused him to lose balance, falling onto Hazelstar, who quickly jutted upwards into the cats belly. He then took the offensive, hooking the cats skin in his claws and drawing them across the cat. He let out a yowl and kicked Hazelstar away, leaping to his feet and sprinting into the trees. Hazelstar whipped around to see the other Frostclan cats scratching and biting at the last warrior, he took the chance and grabbed his opponent by the scruff and throwing him to the ground. The she-cat's fur was coated in blood and her claws held the fur of the Frostclan deputy, Swallowspot. "Run!" Hazelstar commanded with a final nip, "And tell that leader of yours that if it's war he wants! It's war he'll get!"

Go ahead and jump in! I will need a warrior name for you though, anything is good!

Hazelstar led the way back through the damp trees, listening silently to the chatter of the cats behind him. "I hope none of you treat this as a joke, this means that Leapordclan will be on us in days!" He hesitated at wheat he was about to say, "Rabbitflash has been avenged, not through a life being lost in her favor, but a lesson being taught in her honor." Rabbitflash had been him first ever apprentice and the thought of the Leapordclan warrior standing over her mangled, limp body made his belly ache.

Hazelstar felt slightly amused, "They'd rip the skins off each other if Mountainstar wasn't there." These cats did not know his fondness of the cat came from a mutual respect and a life saved.

The camp scent filled Hazelstar with a scene of calmness. He watched the kits playing by the nursery and the apprentices play fighting. The small cats struck a raw nerve inside him at the recollection of Rabbitflash's death. The she-cat had been ripped apart with no mercy by the large brown pelted cat. He didn't want to see that ever again, but with the war declaration, he might have to. Mustering all the strength he could, he leaped to a large rock that sat in the middle of the clan. No matter what these cats thought or how they felt, war was upon them.

"My clan," Hazelstar started, his chest felt heavy with the news he brought, "As many of you know, one of our great warriors, Rabbitflash, was cut down by a Leapordclan warrior." The words left a bitter taste in his mouth. "There was no reason for her death, she was killed in our territory. We took this as a sign of war and we retaliated." All eyes were glued onto the leader, watching with disgust and terror. "Today me and a small group of warriors attacked a Leapordclan patrol." Yowls of agreement came from the group. "There were no fatalities, but, as you can imagine, this was taken as accepting war." The yowls died down to dull whispers. "I need you all to be prepared for full on war, we don't know when, we don't know were, but we do know something. It's coming, and it will be ferocious!"

The large tom was concerned for the well being of all cats in his clan, this war was his fault, and many lives were in danger. As he finished the speech, the cats broke into yowls. He felt his heart beat and felt exhilaration run through him in the form of adrenaline. His voice joined the others in a cheer and he looked around the clearing, "In preparation, I have decided to make Tinyleaf's kits apprentices early." The queen was sitting in the clearing, her expression was excited and the kits next to her were ecstatic.

"It is unusual to make an apprentice at 5 moons, but exceptions must be made. The mentors also do not know, but have not been chosen randomly." He looked around the group, eyeing three cats. "If you would please come up." The three kits nearly climbed on top of each other to sit beside him. Rabbitflash was just as excited at her ceremony. "Duststorm, you have demonstrated courage and strength on the field of battle, I believe that you have all it takes to become Honeykit's mentor."

"From this moment on this kit will be known as Honeypaw!" The kits pale fur puffed with excitement. He flicked his tail to summon the second kit to him. "Icefang, will you take Sandykit as your own apprentice."

The final kit sat waiting calmly, looking at his leader with unmoved eyes. "Finally, Robinthorn, Your determination and loyalty are as great as any cat in the clan, and you have the ability to think on your feet. Ashenkit will be your apprentice if you wish."