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Streampelt cried out in pain as Rainpaw landed on his back and claws pierced his back. "Get off me!" He yowled, trying to shake the apprentice off.

Streampelt stood a few tail lengths from Rainpaw, panting heavily. "Please don't make me hurt you." He half threatened, half begged.

"And how exactly would I know!" Streampelt spat back. "Why don't you go ask
him yourself?" He swiped a claw towards Rainpaws nose.

Streampelt moved out of the way too late and Rainpaw's claws drew blood. He quickly jumped into the air, trying to land on Rainpaws back.

Streampelt almost fell off Rainpaw, but dug his claws into her back to stay on. "Last chance. Leave now!" He growled

Streampelt lost his balence and smashed his head on a rock. "Uhhh..." He muttered, trying to push himself up. Shaking his head, Streampelt stumbled towards Rainpaw, not seeing straight.

Streampelt fell over once more as Rainpaw knocked him over. He rolled away and swiped a claw towards where he though Rainpaw was.

Streampelt jumped back in surprise as a new fighter entered the imaginary ring. "Oh no, not another one!" He sighed. He didn't want to fight one in the first place, let alone a second. "You can leave now, while you have a chance." He offered, hoping his challenger would take off.

Lycaon wrote:

Rainpaw snorted as a fogginess blurred the edge of his vision. All he could see clearly was his opponent. He was only vaguely aware of Hyenapaw near him now. This is what he lived for, the rush of adrenaline, the itch in his claws to tear at his enemy, and the reviving scent of blood. "Hah. You say that as if I should be afraid of you," Rainpaw snorted. He jumped to his paws and prowled closer to Streampelt. Even after Desolatestar was exiled, the to-be still had a special spot of hatred towards RiverClan. He would never back down from the chance to spill their blood. When he got close enough, Rainpaw sent a barrage of strikes at the warrior's face and neck area.

Streampelt made a move to get out of the way, but a claw raked across his cheek, causing him to yowl in pain. Remembering his apprentice days and how much his next move confused his mentor, Streampelt slowly walked to Rainpaws left, then jumped to her right and slashed at her flank.

Streampelt backed away from his two enemies and looked around. "I'm still confused." He muttered to no one in particular.

Streampelt tilted his head. "Why?" He asked Oksana. Suddenly Rainpaw came out of the bush. "Oh great!" He exclaimed, automaticly dropping into a fighting stance. He lunged at Rainpaw - claws unsheathed - and swiped at Rainpaws facial area.

"Charming fellow." Streampelt snorted, shaking the blood from his face. A large gouge on his cheek was bleeding profoundly, as was one on his flank.

Streampelt lowered his chest to the ground and flattened his ears, unsure who to attack and who to protect.

Streampelt started running towards the medicine cats den. "I'll do it!" he called back, before dissapearing into the den. He hoped that the medicine cat would be there.

Streampelt ran into the medicine den full speed. "Skyvision, are you here?" he yowled. "Shimmerstar's hurt, as well as several other cats!" Blood dripped from his face and flank as blood dripped from the wounds he got from the battle. He could wait, but he wasn't so sure about some of the others. Suddenly a large cat ran in grabbed some herbs and ran out. "Hey, wait!" He yelled, runnig out of the den.

Cat's Preferred Age: Kit (1-6 moons)

Cat's Preferred Sex: Female

Cat's Preferred Alliance: Riverclan

Cat's Preferred Appearance: Any

Cat's Preferred Personality: Any

Cat's Preferred Lineage: Any

Any other Preferences? {Notes go here}: Nope :)

Streampelt ran out of the medicine den. "What are you doing!" He yowled at the top of his lungs. He took a glance at the ruined herbs on the ground and raced after Northwind. "Get back here so I can hurt you!" He called angerly after the other cat.

Streampelt, who was looking at the vanishing intruder, epic failed and tripped over a rock. He skidded along the ground and slammed into a tree truck. "I'm okay." He groaned, more blood oozing from his cuts.

Ooc: Ya, neither could Streampelt

Streampelt gave a nod of gratitude to Mooky and attempted to stand up. As soon an his left hind leg touched the ground, a gigantic explosion of pain erupted through Streampelts body and he crumpled to the ground. "Ahhh, my leg!" He exclaimed, trying to get back up again. "Hafta get back to camp." He muttered through clenched teeth.

Streampelt stood up without putting weight on his injured leg. "Thanks." He said, using Mooky as a support. "Ok, let's get back."