dropping another rough illustration of scene from Hawkwing's Journey!
Chapter 23.
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“It’s not reckless,” Hawkwing retorted steadily. He turned back to Dodge. “You and me. If we fight and I win, then you let us go unharmed—including Curlypaw down there.”

“And if I win?” Dodge rumbled, looking amused.

“Then the SkyClan cats will fight for you, as you wish. You will have backup in your attack on Stick. But either way, you will release Curlypaw.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a deal,” Dodge meowed. “I’ve already got what I want.”

“But have you?” Leafstar asked him. “If we decide to fight against you, then some of us will die. But so will some of your cats. M aybe even you.”

“Unless you really are too much of a coward?” Hawkwing sneered.

A flame of fury lit in Dodge’s yellow eyes. His tabby fur bristled until he looked almost twice his size. He slid out his claws.

“Stop calling me a coward!” he snarled, and leaped straight for Hawkwing. “I accept your pathetic challenge!”

Caught off guard by the unexpected onrush, Hawkwing was bowled off his paws. Dodge’s weight was pinning him down; he was half smothered by tabby fur. Dodge’s eyes gleamed close to his own.

“Are you ready to die, mouse-breath?” Dodge hissed.

“Not yet!”

With a massive effort Hawkwing brought up his hind paws and thrust Dodge upward, enough for him to roll free and spring to his paws. In a brief glance he saw his Clanmates standing around them in a wide circle, ready to intercept any of Dodge’s cats who might try to interfere.

As Dodge rushed at him again, Hawkwing stepped neatly aside and raked a pawful of claws across Dodge’s good ear and the side of his head. Dodge let out a screech, more of fury than pain. He spun around faster than Hawkwing would have thought possible and reared up on his hind paws. Hawkwing tried to dive in and slash at his belly, but Dodge dropped down on top of him, claws digging deep into his shoulders. For a moment Hawkwing staggered as a red wave of pain surged through him. He knew that if he fell to the ground now, the fight would be over.

Letting himself go limp, he slid downward, bracing his legs underneath him. As Dodge let out a triumphant yowl, Hawkwing powered upward again, heaving Dodge’s massive weight off him.

Briefly unbalanced, Dodge spat a curse, and Hawkwing leaped at the muscular tom in a storm of teeth and claws. The two cats wrestled in a screeching knot of fur, their legs and tails tangled together.

Head spinning, Hawkwing fought free and sprang back, taking in huge gulps of air. Dodge faced him, lips drawn back in a snarl.

Blood was trickling from his shoulder and a clump of fur was missing from his chest; Hawkwing didn’t even remember striking the blows.

A confused roaring sound was coming from all around him, and as his head cleared Hawkwing realized that his Clanmates were chanting his name. “Hawkwing! Hawkwing!” He caught a glimpse of Pebbleshine, her eyes glowing with pride.

The support from his Clan poured new energy into Hawkwing.

He sprang at Dodge, darting past him while he slashed his claws down Dodge’s side. Dodge followed him up with lumbering paw steps.

He’s slowing down! Hawkwing thought with a spark of hope.

He’s a big cat, but big cats like him don’t have much energy. He’s tiring. Maybe I can win this battle!
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Erin Hunter, Warrior Cats