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@Empress Of Evil

Battle.
Battle was something, so fun, and yet, so bloody. Not the dark brown tabby's favorite combination of things. Yes, the ruthless co-commander, doesn't like bloodshed, or battle. She did slightly, but honestly, she didn't like it so much. Sure, her enemies would die, and she could be happy, but cats who, well she wasn't going to think about this, however. This was a real battle, one that she had been waiting, and expected for a long, long while. It was something she wanted, maybe, too. She knew these idiots would get angry fast, and want to have a battle with them. Boreas knew very well.
The quiet she cat slinked into the battlefield, bright yellow optics glistening with a humorous expression, and interested, to say the least. She knew this battle would happen, clan cats could get easily annoyed, and angered, and this was one example of that. Clan cats were also extremely annoying, that was another fact about them. Now was not time to daydream about the stupidity of clan cats, and other stupid cats. This was a battle after all. Her eyes darted left and right, looking for an opponent, eyes gleaming brightly, with a bit of hunger in her gaze. Boreas was on for battle, though she may be a bit...hesitant with the idea of it. She was not what some cat may think. She was not really a normal Dusk Syndicate, not normal at all, though she may act like a ruthless and ambitious cat, hunger for battle, and is a bit of a commanding cat.
With a huff, Boreas stared around at the battling cats, hopefully her cats were fairing well. She did hope so. The co-commander's ear twitched as she stalked forward, eyes looking toward perhaps, an opponent to battle with. But, she might not get the chance, as the Dusk Syndicate could win this without breaking much of a sweat, thats what she thought often about her group. She was proud of them too. Very proud. And, she hoped they were being useful and not being weaklings like some cats could be. You never know when a cat will become a coward and run. It could happen, and it was rather common in some states of mind, but Boreas didn't really care all that much. She would hunt that cat down later if that was possible. Dusk Syndicate's shouldn't run unless the commander says so, and only at that point, or if the co-commander says so.

@Duskflight

Airpaw flexed her claws excitedly, but with a slight fearful gaze as she stared into the battlefield. I don't know whats going to happen, but I hope... Her ears pinned back against her head as she watched all the battling cats, she was hesitant on what she was going to do, what cats to fight, what had her mentor told her before this? "Don't fight the bigger cats, unless you think you can." Alright...alright I got this... Airpaw thought, whiskers twitching as she looked left and right. She knew she could fight those scrawny mouse-brains, they looked thin, she knew she could, with only one claw even, if she wanted to! Her fierce sapphire blue optics gleamed with a fierce determination, she would do anything to fight for her clan, even if she got hurt aaaaa lot!
The munchkin stared around, any cat that looked weak enough to fight yet? No...it didn't like their was any just yet. "Dang it.." She muttered bitterly, tail flicking with irritation, what a bust, she needed to prove to her clanmates she wasn't just a stupid kit, who even was too small to fight for her clan. She'd show them stupid cats who she fought with because they insulted her! This was her time to shine, her time to show her worth, her day of redemption! Airpaw held her determined gaze, chin high as she searched, again, for someone to fight with, and she'd come back proud she'd won the battle for her clan. She'd show them all! All of them! Every single cat who thought she couldn't do anything! She'd do anything to prove she wasn't too small, too weak to fight. She was just like every other cat. Every other cat, she was, Airpaw always thought that, and she would stick to her beliefs.