! crash * you're going down ] meadow&stream OPEN

[Pyro]

Coyotenose's ears flicked back as Redtail flew forward. While she disapproved of his actions, she couldn't help but feel an admiration for the warrior. He had pinned two cats without much effort. The admiration faded, however, in wake of contempt for the Meadowclanners. How weak were they that one warrior was more than a match for them? Her contempt grew as the deputy had to come to their rescue. Were they incapable of doing anything themselves? She snorted. Where before she had opposed Redtail's challenge, now she was all for it. Cats that couldn't defend themselves had every border challenge coming to them.

Her long legs carried her closer to the line, a last step made daintily as though she was sorry she was stepping over it (which, of course, she wasn't), carried her over. She smiled charmingly at Mistystream. "Are you all quite sure you want to stay? It seems an awful waste of time." The sweetly toned words were less reluctant and more a proclamation that she, too, was willing to fight the MeadowClanners.

ooc:...As per Hardy's request, just pretend Coyotenose was there the whole time. Instead of Rabbitheart. |D

[Whiskers]

ooc// sorry for taking so long and for the crap poooost. agh Dx

bic//

Mistystream was knocked off her feet by sheer brute force and, she guessed, anger. The red cat had much strength that she had not expected, and it had her sprawled on the ground, gasping for air for a wheezy few seconds. She was able to recover quickly though, if only because of her clanmate intervention in what would probably have turned into a full battle.

She was up as soon as she could catch the breath Redclaw had stolen from her, slipping out from underneath Palepaw. Her dizziness faded, her wits came back to her, and she found a boiling pit of anger in her belly. It was anger at not just being attacked (which had hurt her pride more than anything) but at the nerve of him. The impudence! And the fact he had just officially crossed the border line, and therefore, she was in her right to attack that idiot!

If only the deputy wasn't here. A surge of annoyance accompanied the anger and she hissed, ears flattening against her head. Somehow she managed to contain herself though, holding back her desire to slash at Redclaw' face.

Well, until Coyotenose opened her mouth and stepped over the border. The tone was sweet, but it did little but piss Mistystream off more.

It seems an awful waste of time...

"You are," she spat in Coyotenose's face and stepped closer, her claws nearly digging into Coyotenose's toes. "Now get out of our territory."

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[Cloud of Diamonds]

Redtail

Fox dung. Fox dung, fox dung, fox dung. That was all he could think, pretty much. He felt plenty, felt things like a thrashing beast inside him, wailing in rage. He got the feeling that the deputy hadn't even cared about his clever, taunting speech. Not that he cared if he cared, really...but some recognition would've been nice. Still, what did he expect from brainless sacks of stupidity? Not one of them was worth a mouse tail.

Especially the one who had flipped him over, pinning him with claws that dug deep into his skin, and though they weren't drawing blood yet, he figured they would soon. If he didn't act first, pushed back into the stifling, wet dirt with hot blood beating through his ears.

"I was never sane."The ginger tabby said, baring his teeth in a very insane grin. This tom was so simple, it was almost boring. Through his pain and white hot rage he could see the deputy's feelings plain as day: anger, irritation, determination. If this weren't so short and precious, he could play with those feelings like they were prey beneath his paws, twist them around and jerk them to - no. He didn't care. He would never care about any cat again, even to mock them and ridicule them.

A heartbeat of sadness, then his rage doubled. Straining his neck muscles, the heavyset warrior swung his head up to bite the brown tabby right in the face.

Palepaw

Oh gosh! Oh gosh, oh gosh, ohhhhhh my gosh! Things were getting past bad, they were getting scary, especially for a cat as timid as she. What she really wanted to do was put her tail between her legs and run all the way to camp, then hide in her den as deep as she could. But she had to stay, with the rain still dropping down, and the enemy cats looking more dangerous by the second...especially Redtail. She shuddered with the memory of his horrible weight.

At least Mistystream had gotten right off her, and she shakily stood up again, grateful she could but still miserable. And this was barely even a fight! Much use she'd be in a proper battle. Maybe Crowclaw was right and she was pathetic.

She didn't even have the guts to talk back to the StreamClanners...at least the fluffy gray warrior did. The spotted apprentice felt a surge of admiration for the young warrior. Stepping forward with trembling paws, she garnered the courage to look up at the enemy she-cat. "M-mistystream's right. Go away." She knew it sounded weak and very newbie apprentice, (and she was 12 moons, for StarClan's sake) but for the moment, it was taking all her will not to collapse right there and then.

And of course, her darned bitten ear still hurt. Ugh.

[[ hardyrex ]]

Time seemed to have slowed down.

One minute, Rabbitstep was hissing. The next, his face was being eaten. Sure, a cat should watch for bites to the face, but Rabbitstep wasn't taught to do that. There was a unspoken fighting code for Warriors that told you what was allowed and what wasn't. You didn't expect another cat to bite your head off. Lesson learned: StreamClan cats are obviously pathetic fighters and need to use dirty tricks to win. Fighting like then wouldn't make him better, no. Fight fire with fire and you get burned. However, right now Rabbitstep saw it as fight fire with fire and you don't get your head bit off.
So, more on instinct that anything, Rabbitstep's front legs became a flailing flash of claws and fur aimed for Redtail's ears, and if he could snag one, eyes. Can't fight when you can't see. He manged to pull his face free after some flailing and scrambled backwards about two fox-lengths. His face felt like a tree had fell on it and he could smell the reek of blood, but the rush of battle made him get over it pretty quickly. He was more concerned with two things.
StreamClan wasn't going to back down.
And neither was MeadowClan.
"MeadowClan!" Rabbitstep yowled, glaring at Redtail. "Drive them back to their camp with their tails between their legs!" He was running back toward the crazy StreamClanner before the sentence was even over with.

ooc; Who is going to win this, btw? I say Meadow should win, because I'm biased andddd.....Rabbitstep just got his face bit off. Let the poor cat leave with some pride here. D:

[Pyro]

ooc: StreamClan should win. It's three full blown warriors against two and a half. D<

Coyotenose smiled at Mistystream, winningly. "I'm afraid we can't do that. It's our territory...or at least, now it is." Her green eyes flicked to the side and her expression grew distasteful as she watched Redtail's fight with Rabbitstep. The lunatic seemed to have lost what little sense he had if his bold statement of having never been sane was anything to go by.

"Keep your head Redtail. They won't be beat by brute strength alone." She knew her words would probably fall on deaf ears, but if there was the slightest chance the tom might head her warning...

Her eyes flashed back to Mistystream, who was a little close for comfort. Coyotenose ignored the claws almost pricking her toes. She refused to take a step back, at least, not without attacking first. The she-cat aimed a quick blow to Mistystream's shoulder and then skipped away.

"Come on then, whats-your-face. Let's have a dance."

[Whiskers]

Mistystream could not deny that she was filled with fear. But she was also filled with anger. The last thing she needed was some Streamclanner getting in her face and her clan's territory. Who did they think they were, marching in like they owned all the lands in all the world? True, no one truly owned the land...but now was not the time to get religious and spiritual. Now was the time for fighting.

Oh...fighting. Mistystream was not good at that. She was still so, so unfamiliar with it all and had never really been in a clan fight her whole life. The only reason she had her warrior name, really, was that she had come to the clan as a full-grown cat, willing to provide food for the others. And here she was expected, not only to fight, but to win?. That wasn't going to happen. She was already ashamed of herself, as she went on only instinct, crouching and letting her claws slip out.

Coyotenose, too, was quick, much like her. They had very similar fighting styles, most likely, which, if Mistystream looked at it positively, meant she could predict what Coyotenose would do. It also worked vice versa though so....

It didn't matter! This was battle! Mistystream narrowed her eyes, dug her claws into the soil to gather energy up in her long, slim legs and then pounced on Coyote nose, digging her claws into her shoulder as hard as she could.
--

Goosefur

The fight broke out and Goosefur simply froze. Fighting?! She couldn't believe that a border skirmish had broken out over...nothing! Absolutely nothing! There was nothing to fight over!

"Stop it!" she cried weakly. No one, of course listened, and she realized she was expected to participate, as she was a warrior and all. Despite that title, Goosefur did something not very warriorlike at all-- she ran.

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[Cloud of Diamonds]

Palepaw

Ugh, it still wasn’t over! At least Rabbitstep seemed to be fighting that fox dung Redtail. Her bitten ear twinged particularly painfully and she winced, trying not to let out a mew of distress in front of an enemy Clan. And the rain wasn’t helping one bit, although it did seem to be letting up. The fear and adrenaline coursing through her (along with the pain) warmed her up, however.

And this stupid she-cat was no better. Apparently they were all arrogant fish-faces – well, besides the poor little one that was running away. The spotted she-cat couldn’t help but feel a little sympathetic toward the small warrior, this was no fun at all.

But unfortunately, she herself could not take the highly attractive option of hightailing it out of here. What she should do was help Mistystream, who looked uncertain as she went for the older StreamClanner. What Palepaw really wanted to do was get her revenge on the ginger tom, but that could wait. One day, she thought, one day I’ll get you, Redtail.

Back to the fight. Seeing the fluffy gray she-cat do a head-on attack, she figured her talents would be best employed sneaking around and darting in from the side while the invader was distracted.

So she slunk quickly, ears pressed against her head and tail down through the tall grass to about a foxlength from the StreamClanner, and then leapt (somewhat pathetically) to the she-cat’s side, aiming a quick, hard blow to her side, claws sheathed so she could focus her power in the intent, which was to distract and hopefully knock the breath out of the fish-face.

Redtail

Good, he’d done some damage. The heavyset warrior grinned savagely, his fangs stained with the deputy’s blood. This was what he lived for. Not for his brother, but for the sweet feeling of fighting – and winning.

He expected retaliation – and got it. He let Rabbitstep go from his jaws after the tom flailed awkwardly at his face, nicking his ears and around his eyes, which stung but weren’t unbearable. He did jerk back out of instinct, but luckily he shook his head and looked up in time to see the brown tabby barreling toward him. The StreamClan tom sprang up, ready, but wasn’t quite prepared for the force of the tom’s speed – clearly the MeadowClanner was strong.

But not as strong as him, he thought, as he grunted, knocked over again. The amber-eyed tom didn’t mind much, for his mind was working like a fleeing hare at how to get out again. Instead of trying the same trick again (no warrior with a brain worth a mousetail would be so stupid) the fire-pelted cat instead twisted, rolling over and crawling out from under his capturer, heaving him upward as he did so with a smack from one his big paws, his fur getting wetter every minute and the taste of blood metallic in his mouth.

OOC: So, from a pm Hardy sent me, I think we’re going to let StreamClan win, right? Or were they going to tie? /still somewhat confused

Apologies for Redtail, since Slug tells me I played him unrealistically. I'll be more careful from now on.