Sorry I couldn't get on!
Um... A couple things about Hawkstrike:
He wouldn't say he could take on five cats at once. Not his style.
He would more likely talk tactical advantages - he notices things others don't.
I could see the other cats did not fight together often - at least, not like this. They kept bumping into each other as they approached, and a few seemed unsure about this attack formation. They leaped, a few crashing into each other midair, but quickly repositioning themselves. Featherflame leaped to meet one midair. I dodged underneath them. "Running, little mouse?" One taunted. I ignored the taunt, knowing that it was better not to give into rage. I calmly looked back, sizing up my openents. 3 of them, I could see. Two were large, burly toms, the other was a younger-looking tabby she-cat. I choose to go against the middle tom, and leaped on him. He let out a surprised yelp, and fell to the ground. I clawed at his muzzle and underbelly. He yowled, batting at me, before unsheathing his claws. I dropped ontop of him, and his companions crashed in midair, falling to the ground. I clawed the tom again, and snarled. "Get off my territory, and never come back. You won't leave if you do." I hissed, and he disappeared among the other cats. The other two had decided it would be a bad idea to fight me alone, coming at me from two sides.
Hawkstrike tensed beside me, eyes darting around quickly. I knew he was thinking, and needed a distraction. I leap to meet two of the cats in midair, and claw one's eyes, blinding him. I turn quickly to the other one, clawing with cold, calculated precision. He runs after a few minutes, not getting a hit in. Hawkstrike is fighting 3 cats at once, but the way he faces them, I know he'll be fine. Sharp claws rake my left side, and I whirl about, clawing. I jump over the next attack, with sheer luck, and drop on his shoulders, biting down. He yowls, tearing away. I spring over, landing on a speedy tabby she-cat coming at Hawkstrike. I claw her feet, sending her tumbling to the ground. She runs, and I see Hawkstrike pinned down, thrashing. I jump to help him, but a large she-cat springs on me from the side. I yowl, and claw at her. Her thick fur was protecting her from my claws, I realize. I throw all my strength into a jump upward, claws out. My claws slide through her fur, and she yelps with pain. She disappears back into the battle, calling for someone. I jump onto the tom who has my brother pinned, digging my claws into his shoulders. Hawkstrike breaths a quick thank you as the tom runs off. We turn, plunging back into the battle together.