They w{o}n't know what hit 'em!

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    Tempestclaw, an elite assassin, skulked silently through ShadowClan territory with her fellow Anti-Clan assassin by her side. Curving her tail so that it bent up and over het back, she signaled: Move forward. Targets ahead. Her frost-white claws extended, she padded forth.

    Deadsilence moved in alongside his assigned partner, ivory sickles for claws extended at the ready. Moving into position, he readied himself for the first strike.

    Poised, ready, waiting, making no sound in the still night air, Tempestclaw waited. Then she turned to Deadsilence and nodded, lunging soundlessly towards the sentry outside the warrior's den.

    The tom yowled as a claw struck his fur. Windfoot felt the blood leaking from his side, but crouched into position to fight, waiting for reinforcements. He unsheathed his black as night claws, but realized that his coloring wouldn't work so well tonight. The crescent moon shone above as he whipped his head around, looking for the cat that had just permanently scarred him.

    Tempestclaw had retreated into the shadows, scentless and soundless. Suddenly she lunged once more for the back of the sentry's neck, aiming to sever his spinal cord and kill him instantly.

    Windfoot felt the claw pierce the back of his neck, but in a last moment, fearful attack, he donkey kicked, hoping it would give him enough time to sound the alarm. For the first time, he felt powerless, assassins weren't his type of fighting style...

    Luckily, Tempestclaw had attacked from the side and so the donkey kick was in vain. She pushed harder, then lunged at him silently, hoping to grab his scruff in her teeth and push his face into the ground, suffocating him.

    Windfoot yowled, writhing away, he looked at the flash of eyes, and unsheathed his claws, "It's on..." he muttered, crouching, he was now ready for any sneaky attacks the assassin had in store.

    Windfoot stopped it, holding out his left paw, it regretfully cut his pad, but he didn't mind...he used his ears to hear Tempestclaw's heartbeat, and that way, he knew when he was running or attacking, and where too at that.

    Ambershine sauntered back into camp after making dirt. She luxuriously stretched, her sleek white pelt reflecting the moonlight. She heard claws scrabbling and she slipped behind a bush to hide her white fur. A she-cat was attacking one of the warriors, Windfoot. She opened her mouth to yowl for help, but at the last moment, she realized thatif she did so, the she-cat would be alerted to her presence.
    The young warrior crept slowly forward, then leaped onto the female intruder's back and slashed.

    Tempestclaw rolled, her thick mud-streaked pelt absorbing the blow. She broke free, retreating into the night and hiding in the thick shadows. She would bide her time, wait until their backs were turned-- well, half the battle was to terrify her enemy, right?

    Windfoot nodded, "I'm fine, there was just one...but I have a feeling that wasn't the end of this battle..." he muttered glaring at the shrubbery where the assassin had disappeared, paying no heed to his wounds.

    "Go to the medicine cat, Windfoot." Ambershine told him. "I'll see if she left."
    Ambershine headed towards the far reaches of the camp without actually leaving the camp. She opened her mouth and, closing her eyes, tasted the air. The female had seemingly run off and there was no trace of the male she had seen briefly.

    The tom may have left, but that brought up a new threat, a calico streak blitzing at her with a fire in her eyes from inside the den.

    Fire in the she-cat's eyes, Nightfyre snarled, whipping her front claws out and up, aiming to hit under her chin.

    Tempestclaw darted out again to slash at Ambershine's side, then hurried away, wreathing herself in shadow and waiting to strike again.