L0S0V2 [kerosene and a lighter] storkxstripes

[Pyro]

Mmkay. So. His last venture for herbs hadn't turned up anything particularly useful, other than conversation, so once again he was out to find herbs. It was getting closer and closer every day to newleaf, and the chances of finding usable medical plants was rising...or at least he thought it was. If the grass was already coming up, herbs couldn't be far behind, right? The apprentice made a mental note to ask Badgernose about it. "I'm sure she knows when the different herbs grow..." Storkpaw was also sure that it was something he should know as well. He'd gotten too used to just relying on Badgernose for information like that. She sent him out for a specific herb and off he went, not even thinking about if the seasons she asked him mattered. Or maybe she had told him and he'd been too busy daydreaming to pay attention to her. The tom flicked an ear in worry. Was he getting negligent in his studies? Did his mentor think him lazy? Did Cloudstar think he'd be a horrible replacement for Badgernose if she ever died...well...StarClan willing, she'd live to be moons upon moons old...but what if she retired? What if he was unprepared to take on the mantle of medicine cat. Storkpaw shook his head. Less paranoia, more herbs. The medicine cat apprentice was slowly wandering close to the StreamClan border, treading the line before he even knew it. His conviction to stay focused on finding herbs left him aware of the plants around him but not of anything else...so of course, when he heard something snap near him and nearly jumped out of his skin. "Wh-who's th-th-th-there?" Speaking [bg=a3ae9c][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

Stripes was sure Tobias was around here somewhere. This was “StreamClan's” land, according to Tobias and the awful, fish stink that seemed to cover the place. He was supposed to meet Tobias around on the edge, but the tom was nowhere to be found. Stripes was sure he'd be ordered to do some hunting “Were the cats too lazy to do it themselves?” or walk around in a circle making sure the circle was still there. Clan life didn't make sense. He huffed and stopped, staring into the trees. He had half a mind to march in there and drag Tobias out by the tail. Why did he even live this life in the first place? He was always complaining about, always sneaking off to get away from it, and always wanted to be with himself. But no, he stayed. Stupid stubborn tom. All he had to do was just leave. But if he wanted to stay in and torture himself, then who was Stripes to tell him otherwise? The tabby padded nosily around the border. He was frustrated, and needed to find something to take it out on. Maybe a unlucky tree would get a good scrap or ten, or maybe he'd be lucky enough to find a cat. And what luck Stripes has. Some black and white cat was blissfully skipping right towards him, unaware of pretty much everything. Stripes grinned, showing off sharp, yellow teeth. Fun time. The tom crept around to the side of the cat, trying to keep slow and steady. The thought of a fight made his heart race and paws itch to tear some fur away. Stripes increased his pace, carelessly stepping on anything in his path. A twig snap made Stripes freezes, along with the young tom now in front of him. The tom stuttered something; Stripes didn't catch it. Not like it mattered. The tabby waltzed out from the cover of a bush, grinning. "Hello there." Speaking [bg=bc9d81][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

Well if he didn't jump out of his skin before, now he was going to have to find it and put it back on. His eyes grew wide as they rested upon the cat who addressed him. Could a cat even get that big? Storkpaw flinched at the grin, edging backward. What if it was some vengeful spirit from ris'rako, come to kill him for abandoning them for StarClan. He prayed to those starry ancestors that it wasn't...He probably should have been praying that he just plain wasn't about to be killed. "H-hello, s-s-sir." The frail tom caught the larger's scent-definitely not StreamClan. "You're uhm...y-you're not really supposed to b-b-be here. U-U-Unless you want to j-join StreamClan...b-b-but no one's done that in a while...a-a-and you'd have t-t-to talk with Cloudstar...b-b-b-but it'd probably be better if you...uhm...just left." Where was a patrol when you needed one? Storkpaw glanced nervously along the border, hoping to see one of the trios of cats that could usually be found stalking around the territory. His heart sank when he didn't see any approaching...and it sunk lower when there was no fresh scent on the wind to signal that they were just around the corner. Speaking [bg=a3ae9c][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Hardy]

Stripes raised an eyebrow at the cat. Join the Clan? So that's how Tobias got in it. He joined. But the way Tobias hated it, it sounded like they forced him to become a Warrior for StreamClan. Speaking of Warriors. He had heard that they were trained to right, but a different type of fighting than what he knew. Something about some code they had to follow. He grinned. Stripes hadn't had a good fight in a while. Maybe he could have some fun with these Clan kitties? "I heard about these Clans. How you all are trained to fight." He kneed the ground with his claws, still grinning. "Think you could kill me in a fight?" The thought of blood made his fur stand on end. He hadn't had a good fight in a very long time, and when he did have one the other cat hardly put up a fight. Maybe these cats could help with his problem. Speaking [bg=bc9d81][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Pyro]

"T-Trained to f-f-fight?" Storkpaw didn't like where this was going at all. "Think you could kill me in a fight?" At all. He glanced to the sides again. Still no patrol. He gulped nervously and laughed a little. "N-no sir. I'm not a warrior. I'm n-not even a warrior's apprentice. I'm the medicine cat's apprentice...Badgernose is training me to heal, not fight." The apprentice moved tentatively backward, hoping to appear like he wasn't a threat--nothing worth fighting anyway. Well. Then again, it wasn't like he had to try to look like he wasn't a threat. Most days he was lucky if a warrior from another clan didn't call him a kit. "L-look, I don't know what you want, but there's probably g-going to be a patrol coming any time n-now." Speaking [bg=a3ae9c][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Hardy]

Not trained to figh-- What kind of cat didn't know how to fight? Even Tobias knew a few good blows (Key Word: few) to use. He'd never met a cat who couldn't fight. Mind games, maybe? Maybe this cat was trying to make him let his guard down. Well, it wasn't going to work on him. He wouldn't fall for such stupid tricks. And why did he keep going on about that patrol? He didn't care if every cat in the forest came. This cat wasn't going to make him back down. Stripes had wasted enough time already. He grinned, showing off sharp, yellow teeth. "Then let them come." Stripes snarled and leaped toward the black and white tom, bowling him over. He wasn't going to kill him, oh no. Well, he wasn't going to try and kill him. But sometimes, accidents happened. An old fighting move came to his mind. It was his favorite, one he'd used to win many battles. Stripes waited until just the right moment before lunged for the tom's hind leg, clamping down on the top of it. He could taste the bitter blood as his teeth broke the skin. He shook his head, practically trying to tear his leg off. Stripes' head snapped up (dropping poor Storkpaw) when he smelled a familiar scent over the blood. Tobias. (awkward one sided battle post is awkward AND I DON'T CARE IF ITS REALISTIC OR NOT i do what i want) Speaking [bg=bc9d81][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Slug !]

Elmfang had gone "hunting" to escape from his clan. Really, they were all mousebrained. He was not their friend; don't think he was because he flailed around in the water from time to time. He didn't want to share his fresh kill with any of them, he didn't want to be bathed by a space-invading she-cat, he didn't want to get to known any of them.

It was easy to hate Streamclan; hate it to the point that it was just sad. But Stripes... well, Stripes would make it better. Maybe spar with him or something, let out some frustration.

"Can't get a break, damn nosy sonuva--" he ranted on, ears flat against his head. Really, who did they think they were, his mother?

A snarl broke through his thoughts and Elmfang's hackles rose automatically. You didn't get as many scars as Elmfang did without learning things, like how telling the difference between a pissy snarl and a this means war snarl.

And that scent, it couldn't be--shouldn't be, because he knew better than that. Elmfang freaking told him every time he had the chance to, but--no, no, and no.

"Damnit!" he hissed, paws hitting the ground hard as he followed the too-strong smell of wet hay. Whatever poor sap got on the tabby's bad side, Elmfang hoped he was still alive. Stripes just had that quirk about him; the one that left bodies and was too lazy to bury them.

Idiot.

"NO!" Elmfang yowled, barreling out from the cover of the forest. "Leave, now! Before the patrol comes!"

And there Stripes was, standing over what'shisname. Storkpaw looked worse for wear, his hind leg torn something fierce, but that wasn't what Elmfang was worried about. Streamclan hunting down Stripes, that was something that scared him senseless.

For all Elmfang cared, Storkpaw could fall off the far-side of a mountain. "You heard me," he snapped, feeling ashamed. This was Stripes, but Streamclan couldn't know that, or that Elmfang, of all cats, knew the same cat that attacked one of their apprentices.

Stupid Storkpaw, he had to show up at the worst time possible.

"Get out."

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_{ooc: drama llama, oh yes}

[Pyro]

Well, it wasn't like he wasn't expecting the loner to attack him. He'd been tensed for the moment since minute one. It still came as a shock though, when the large tom bowled into him and starting beating the living shit out of him. He tried to claw back, kicking hard, but he might as well have just lain there for all the good that did. He went limp, hoping, just hoping that maybe someone would come along and save him. Pretty pathetic. All those moons he'd wished for an opportunity to get away from his father and where did it get him? Right here. With not a damn one of his 'family' to help him. If he'd stayed with his father he would have learned to fight. Instead, here he was, with only the knowledge to treat his wounds, instead of the knowledge of how to get away so he could do so. "Leave, now! Before the patrol comes!" Yes. Of course the words he used to try and make the loner go away would work for someone else. He felt a wave of relief wash over him as he was dropped, painfully, by the loner. He took this moment of distraction to drag himself up. He moved slowly away from the loner, looking for a cat to thank. Elmfang. Wonderful. The surliest cat in all of StreamClan. A cat who would no doubt beat him all the way back to camp. "Th-thank you." he mumbled. Speaking [bg=a3ae9c][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]

[Hardy]

(working on it ) Speaking [bg=bc9d81][atrb=width,380,true] [atrb=border,0,true]