Padding toward the ScytherClan border, eager for battle, I made little noise as possible. I wanted revenge on the Scyther who attacked Solarfur. His name was Scissorflight. He was the deputy of ScytherClan, also the one who killed Thunderface. If not battle, I would talk to Scar, their leader. It annoyed me that they didn't follow the warrior code. Scar's name should be Scarstar. Well, that's how I'll address him. Here I come, Scissorflight.

I arrived at the border. Taking a deep breath, I stepped over it. Immediately, a Scyther emerged from the bushes, scythe at the ready. Scissorflight! He stepped toward me, hunger for victory glinting in his eyes.

"What do you want?" He asked me, hatred shadowing his gaze.

"I want you dead." With that, I sprinted at him and used Scratch several times. He just stood there, unflinching, and swung his scythe at me. I was tossed backward, and sprang again, earning a slice down my side and a jarring hit to the head. I slumped to the ground, and Scissorflight kicked me towards the river. But before I fell into the rapids, I stopped mid-air. A purple-ish color surrounded me, and my muscles instantly relaxed, forcing me to not move. I floated over the river and landed on my side of the border. The bushes rustled behind me, and I caught a glimpse of purple fur, before Scissorflight was lifted up into the air by the same purple light, was flung into the rushing river, and was swept away like a leaf.

I turned around and there he was, my hero, standing with a slap happy grin on his face.

Solarfur was here.

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Hey guys! Sorry, that was kinda short, but hey, there was some action. Sweet revenge... Hope you liked it!