Darklight stood just outside the knot of clawing, hissing, fighting cats. His silver paws, back stripes, ears and tail-tip shone in the moonlight, while the rest of the tom's black fur was coated in shadow. He was a cat torn in loyalty; his heart drove him to stand with StarClan and help save the Clans, while a darker part of his mind urged him to turn on the starry warriors who had betrayed him long ago. Darklight's yellow eyes glinted fearfully and uncertainly.
As a cat lunged by him, claws outstretched, chasing after another tom, the dark voice seemed to whisper insistently. Go after them, it coaxed. It's their fault that your brother and sister are dead! And in response, Darklight's eyes flared with violent rage.
But my sister is happy now... he thought. She'd fight with me against the Dark Forest, right?
But I'd have to fight against my brother...
Throughout these thoughts, the silver and black tom stood still, silent, unmoving amidst a battle to end all battles, a war that raged violently on.