MEAT ON THE TABLE (BloodClanner Challenging Leaders, Open)

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    A lone BloodClanner waddled into the midst of the RiverClan territory. It was a honey badger, riddled with innumerable scars and wearing a long, loose-fitting referee jersey that covered up his entire lower body. He appeared to be drenched in some sort of greasy, sharp smelling substance. The creature's power immunity was in full effect.


    "Name's Ol' Rab, lads n' lassies. Be 'spectin' t'take on yer' leaders, good n' square. Or iffin' ye' lack t'berries fer' it, ye' can all come at t'same time. Don't make no diff'rence. Iffin I licks ye', be takin' t'contents o' yer healin' herbs patch."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]Sola couldn't not follow after with her overly protective nature. So, there the female was, coming after Ol' Rab with a light yawn following after her halt a little ways after the leader. This was certainly going to be interesting to see, and so she had to be there, but she also had to be there in order to watch out for him as well as anyone else who may come along.

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    MEMENTO

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; max-height:; text-align: justify][size=11pt]Memento, being motherless and fatherless and generally guardianless, was used to wandering around on RiverClan territory without adult supervision. The young cheetah cub wasn't usually skittish, but when he smelled the scent of the BloodClanners, there was a sort of reaction through him that locked up his limbs. The king cheetah peered out cautiously from the brush, his ears pinned back against his head as he watched the Bloodclanners with wide eyes. He hadn't ever seen them before (at least in this life) and he didn't know what was the root of such dislike and fear that seemed to course through him at this moment.


    However, the same sort of spirit that sent fierce terror through him also loosened up his tongue. Squaring his shoulders, the young cheetah cub stood tall and proud, the calm surface of his solemn gray eyes disturbed with a hint of something. "When did BloodClanners last fight fair?" Memento called.


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    The honey badger regarded the cheetah with what truly appeared to be a friendly (if gruesome) grin.


    "Oi give ye' that laddie. But yer lookin' at t'fairest o' 'em all."

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    The Aussie trotted over, coming to stand next to Memento. She could hardly understand this nutty trespasser. But the scent of Bloodclan was clear, making her short bristle with anger. "Go away! Bloodclan is not allowed here." the young shepherd barked with a frown.[/fancypost]

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    It's the devil that's trying to hold me down, hold me down, sneaking out the back door made no sound. Knock me out, knock me out, saying that I want more this is what I live for.

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    Bloodclan, huh? Carmilla was no longer part of RiverClan. She wasn't exiled and she WAS technically allowed back whenever she wanted. The black panther was not on the territory, but instead off of the border watching with a nasty smirk on her face. This is something she'd like to see.










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    "Jus' soon as yer leader obliges us, 'ey? T'ain't nawt' but a deathmatch with 'em Oi be lookin' fer."


    The grisly badger took a few steps closer and began scenting the air, gazing about with beady eyes as he tried ascertain the location of the RiverClan leader via super senses. It would be crystal clear that this was no ordinary raid. It was a one-animal brute force assassination in open daylight. Any wishing to interfere would be doing so at great personal risk. The beastie standing before them was playing for keeps.

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    He wasn't going to interfere, not at all. HBK had no reason to really get involved with RiverClan at the current moment, but, if that lunatic honey badger was going to go ahead and fight everyone, well, he'd have no problems seeing what was going on. Having brought some popcorn with him, the Third Tier who mainly was just hanging back, starting to dive into some of it. Might as well before the main event started.



    [size=1]( c ) bluebells #hbk[/size]



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    [size=1]( c ) bluebells #hbk[/size]

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    "I'd appreciate it if you'd leave right now." The young doctor student said icily. Her usually pink eyes turned a dark and ominous shade of violet. Cloud tried to stand taller and apppear unfazed but inside she was afraid that the Bloodclanners were here to start a fight and there would be severe brought to those involved from Riverclan. [/fancypost]
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    Rab smacked his black lips, having attainted what he felt was their leader's scent. It might not actually be the big boss, but it was worth looking into. It certainly smelled distinctly strong. Ignoring the half-hearted attempts of the nearby RiverClanners to dissuade him, the BloodClan champion started off towards the smell at a brisk trot.

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    Edmund rolled xis eyes, and glared at Ol' Rab or whatever his name is, not that xe actually cared, "See this.... This is why no clan can take BloodClan seriously." Xe mused to ximself, stupid self important animals went to other clans and challenged leaders... god. Whatever... xe could still swear, whatever. The priest(ish) feline sighed, and looked at Sola, sort of imploring her to like make this all stop... it was so pointless, Ol was juts trying to make himself look better, and would probably continue to make BloodClan look stupid... Where the fuck were tactics, god xis clan had gone to hell... and there was no saving it... so why did xe continue to try?
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    Ol' Rab was indeed a petty, brutish, and stupid-looking animal. That was what he was. That was what they all were. Animals. Rab's saving grace was that he was true to himself. Rather than lazing about and waiting for the higher ups to mull things over, he liked to go out, and get results.

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    "I don't know what the fuck you're saying, deary. But if you're threatening us, have at it," the cursed demon yawned, curling up to watch. Even if he wasn't able to hurt the clan, perhaps someone could. It would be slovenly show. If he was lucky, there'd be blood to lap up afterwards, to satisfy him. It wouldn't be quite as good as murdering everyone himself, but at least he'd get something.
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    [justify]What the fuck is that smell?? And what the h'yell did he just say? she wondered with concern, wrinkling her nose at the badger's scent. "... Nevermind, I love tha' way that RiverClan smells, never been anything better, nope, nope, so much nooope." BloodClan? What the heck was that place anyways? I'm not being in the middle of another war. NO. FUCK. She was already pissed at the moment, so she knew what she was going to do: walk back to camp right that instance. Yup.


    The lion became a shadow into the jungle and fled.[/justify]

    Rab grunted, frustration beginning to creep into his ragged features. He had gone quite a ways, and yet there was no leader in sight. It was as if there were only hordes of RiverClan spectators judging him. JUDGING HIM. The honey badger suddenly felt sweaty. This was far worse than fighting any number of opponents. At least they wouldn't just spend their time staring at him and thinking about him and telling him to go away.


    Ol' Rab's eyes bulged as he began hyperventilating. They were masters of psychological warfare! That, or the badger was just reading too far into the situation and had gone and got himself all worked up over nothing, as usual.

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    What the fuck was this?! Bloodclan?! Trotting angrily after the silly badger, Nam-nam would yell, [color=pink]"OI! WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOIN'?!" He would lower his vibrant head as he stomped the ground in an angry-fashion, [color=pink]"I'LL FUCKIN' FITE YOU RIGHT NOW!" Was this little badger gonna hurt Lego-bro? That was not acceptable! Nam would stomp the [i]shit     out of his body before he'd let that happen!


    What the fuck? Why was he breathing like that? Was he having a heart-attack? Nam-nam would suddenly pause, before giggling, [color=pink]"Puttin' my defenses up! 'Cause I don't ever wanna fall in love! If I ever did that, I think I'd have a HEART-ATTACK!" Was that how the lyrics went? Eh, whatever.
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    [color=white]Rab turned towards the one who had addressed him, blood boiling at the thought of somebody finally challenging him. The moment Rab set eyes upon the zebra, however, he froze solid. Such... Such fabulousness. Such perfection. The badger had to fight back tears. It was a fricking rainbow zebra.


    "Laddie, ye' got more gumption n' any other beastie 'ere. It be a pain t'Ol' Rab's heart t'fight a majestic beast like yerself. But iffin' ye' insist..."


    [size=12][color=white]The upper half of a long snake with glossy yellow skin emerged from the neck of the honey badger's shirt. It appeared to be somehow attached to him, probably through some sort of complicated mutation series (the two heads of a chimera, with the top one replaced with the original badger head and the bottom head on the chest perhaps exchanged with that of a snake via replacement mutation). It didn't resemble any sort of known serpent, likely brimming with modifications. Something about it just oozed an almost palpable air of death.[/size]


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    Nam-nam snorted angrily when the badger turned to face him, but he seemed surprised when he was called... majestic? Grinning happily, he would giggle momentarily, [color=pink]"D'aww!~ thank ya very much~" He was just being polite, and he loved being called majestic!


    When Rab shifted partly into that... snake thingy? Nam-nam flinched and widened his eyes, blurting out, [color=pink]"HOLY SHIT!" before falling silent. What the fuck was that?! Was it even a serpent thing? Ew. Gross. Frowning slightly, the vibrant male would stomp the ground angrily while snorting, [color=pink]"That supposed to be a snake thing? I'm good at stomping the shit out of snakes!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;][font=times new roman]The porcelain female didn't necessarily look but she could feel Edmund looking right at her for a moment there, which was enough of a reason to cast a quick and fleeting glance in xer direction. She wasn't focused on anything aside from what the dark feline had stated.


    Ivory paws turning in the slightest, she quietly and quickly made her way towards Ed with long strides. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve. No worries." Sola didn't fully understand why she was using that saying when it was more of a human thing - considering the whole sleeve part - but it seemed to fit what she was thinking. Sola knew that some called BloodClan foolish or ridiculous, but she had big plans.


    Big plans and bad thoughts.

    Of course it was impossible to just sprout pre-existing mutations like that. You either had them or you didn't. Rather, Rab kept all of those nasty secrets hidden under that long, baggy referee jersey.
    At any rate, the badger began pacing towards the fabulous zebra with no sign of self preservation. The strange smooth-skinned snake slowly swayed from side to side, giving off a nasty metallic smell. It's yellow hide was slick with some sort of wet substance, likely the same stuff greasing the badger's entire body. Whatever the BloodClanner had was giving off some seriously bad vibes.

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