OPEN! | try and pretend this is witty.

[Hardy]

ooc; well since nightfall's not going to be back for a while i'll just open this up for whoever wants to join in. it was based in pineclan at first but it can be really where ever, so any cat can join. C8

Sunlight filtered through the pine needles, casting large splotches of sunlight across the forest floor. The pine forest at midday was full of the songs of bird and the scurry of small paws against the ground.

At least it was, until a big tom came stomping back, scaring everything away.

Stripes snorted as he crossed the sent line of...that one clan. Did they really believe that was going to keep cats away? That every cat was just going to waltz right up but then say "Oh darn! A sent line! Looks like I have to go somewhere else."

Pfft. Clan cats.

He padded along the ground, listening for the scuttle of prey. He missed just fighting for his food. Really badly. A fight is a fight, it only lasted a few moments and he won all the time. But no, this hunting was different. You had to wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, then you end up moving forward too far and BAM. Those goes dinner. Who could stand to live like this? He'd travel to the Master's land after he failed at this and steal from kittypet's food or something. So much easier.

Stripes watched a bird flutter down to peck at the ground. Ding dong, dinner's severed.

He charged at it at full speed, watching as the bird turned his head to look him before starting a getting the hell out of there take off. He lept at the bird, claws out and ready to--

Completely be too late and just to land on the ground.

If looks could kill, Stripes would never go hungry. Ever.

[Pyro]

Today was a good day for hunting.
A good day for fishing.
Just an all around good day.

Hawkstorm had been in high spirits from the crack of dawn, dragging her apprentice out of her den with near sadistic glee for early morning lessons, stalking the borders with a couple cats who's names she couldn't remember, fishing in the stream near the StreamClan border. Good stuff. So of course, the day being so uncommonly wonderful, someone would have to come along and screw it up. Cue big-ass trespasser. Christ.

It wasn't often that the she-cat met a cat that was as big as, nay bigger than her, but lo and behold here was such a cat. Big ol' what'shisface smelled like a loner, which she supposed excused some of his blatant ignorance as far as boundaries were concerned...but she wasn't really in an excusing mood anymore. First streamclanners, now walking behemoths? How long before everyone and their mother was doing their grocery shopping in Pineclan? Freaking sons of badger and pox-rotten, brain-dead, boobs, all of them. The large tabby let out a low growl, stalking forward to confront the tom.

"Are you braindead? Is everyone in this stinking forest brain. Dead. I fail to see what part of 'this is a border, don't freaking cross it you pinhead' is hard to understand. Christ alive..." the she-cat broke off into more cursing, before continuing in slightly cleaner language "Be honest with me. Were you born stupid or were you just raised that way?"

Probably not the best way to toss out an intruder with little to no violence, but christ was she pissed. Not just because this was the second time in little under a week that someone had crossed the border to steal, but because once again she was the only godforsaken warrior around to kick them out. Seriously. Where the freaking hell were the rest of her clanmates? Was it 'let Hawkstorm take all the border battles and beatings' week or something? God damn.

[nightfall]

Catnip, oh catnip, such a wonderful smell. It's always nice to find a good patch of nip. Hmm, I wonder what cats back in Australia would have called catnip. Probably something dirty, knowing Aussie cats... Ravenheart hummed to himself as he picked at the small leaves of sweet-smelling catnip. It had been raining quite often recently, and he figured at least one cat would get a cough from being soggy all the time. Hehe, soggy. Ugh, I think the catnip is getting to my head. Stepping away from the bush, he carefully picked up his small pile of catnip in his teeth and began his journey back to the PineClan camp, pleased. Crowflower would be happy, that's for sure. Fresh catnip, after all, was the best for taking care of most illnesses. Ravenheart paused. Voices. He could hear voices. Why would he hear voices? He was in a fairly isolated part of the territory. Not many cats came around this area. He ran the possible scenarios around in his head. Could it be a rogue? A group of rogues? A badger? A fox? Wait, foxes and badgers don't speak our language, idiot. Shaking his head, Ravenheart turned towards the offending noise and began to walk. It probably wouldn't hurt to check it out. ... Probably. "--with me. Were you born stupid or were you just raised that way?" Oh. Hawkstorm. Maybe he should leave. ... Nah. If he did, Hawkstorm would probably kill someone. Might as well go save the poor bastard who pissed her off. Ravenheart stepped into a clearing containing Hawkstorm and... Someone he didn't know. Oh, ace. He carefully put down his bundle of catnip and spoke. "'Scuse me, Sheila and bloke, but is there a problem here?" Zeus above, he hoped he wasn't gonna get his head bitten off for calling Hawkstorm Sheila. ooc. cats can officially hum. also, ravenheart thinks too much.

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[Hardy]

Oh, goodie. Just what Stripes wanted. Some Pineclanner had decided today was a good day to come to this spot at this time. Gee, what were the odds? He turned to face a--

She-cat.

Oh, he thought this was going to be something serious. Just a she-cat. Well, maybe today wasn't so bad after all. He thought a real Warrior would come to chase him out, but instead they just sent a little queen. If he wasn't so angry at missing the bird, he would have been laughing.

"Be honest with me. Were you born stupid or were you just raised that way?" Oh, now he really did laugh. "Why don't you just quit while you're ahead and run back to your little clan" Stripes spat out little clan like it was a foul tasting mouse.
The scent of plants hit him hard as another cat walked in. One of those clan cats who go around digging up plants for no reason. They didn't even fight.

"'Scuse me, Sheila and bloke, but is there a problem here?"

Stripes had no idea what a Sheila-and-Bloke was, but the tom really didn't like the sound of it. He turned to the plant-cat and snarled.