Name: Midnightcrow
Alliance: Pro-ShadowClan
Battle Ready: Yes
Kill: No
Difficulty: Moderately Hard
[font=trebuchet ms][color=black]The tall black savannah looked over the cats, his icy blue eyes full of unforgiving hatred. Anti-ShadowClan, he thought proudly. He was honored to be among the battle, with rage pulsing through his body. Today, he would show no mercy. Today, Midnightcrow would happily kill as the adrenaline pulsed through his veins.
With sharp ebony claws unsheathed, and glistening white fangs revealed in a proud snarl, the large, long-legged tom sprang into the battle, ready to spill blood. Now all he needed was an opponent, one worthy of the bipolar tom, and one who would die beneath his paws if he so pleased.
Midnight had a proud stance to himself as he looked for a target. This would be his redemption day. He would finally prove to the Shadowclanners that he was loyal, even though he had come from loner origins. He could finally show them that he could be trusted, that he wasn't someone to shy away from because he was bipolar, but that he was someone to be accepted and be trusted.