Red little demons... (OPEN to anyone)

It was a calm October afternoon, with a chilly breeze kissing the ground and stirring the crisp autumn leaves. The forest seemed almost peaceful, with the sounds of quiet cardinal chirps and the sun a lazy golden color sitting near the horizon. The only thing that disturbed this serenity was the sound of scraping nails and excited yips of three little fox pups at the base of a tree, looking up with black sparkling eyes into its branches excitedly. They tried in vain to scale the large oak tree, only getting a few feet up its trunk before falling ungracefully back to the ground. Unfortunately for Dreamweaver, he was trapped in said tree.
"Alright, look-y here little shit stains," the severely pissed off medicine cat hissed down at the pups below, his mint eyes just slits of fury, "If you don't leave in .2 seconds, I'm gonna drop like a small boulder of spite out of this god-foresaken tree and kill AT LEAST one of you fuckers when I come crashing down. So if you don't want someone to go splat, move it!" The fox pups, oblivious to what the healer said, continued to yip and yap up at their prey-toy frantically. "I may be small but I'm dense! One of you shits will be a bug under my bodily rock!" Dreamweaver continued to threaten heatedly, claws digging into the branch he clung to.

Wishy had literally been about to catch a rabbit when suddenly yowls and hissing startled not only him but his prey. Immediatly the food was gone and Wishingstar hoped whoever yelled had a good fucking reason too.

Stalking towards where the sound began, he soon began to pick up on a few other... Details. Like the fact that as he moved closer the scent of fox seemed to be puked all over his territory. Upon further inspection, meaning he looked around some bushes, he saw fox pups on tre ground. And Dreamweaver in a tree.

"You have got to be shitting me" he mumbled to himself.

This made like the second life threatening thing to happen to him in about a week. Was there any cat as unlucky? Who the hell jinxed him?

Pricking his ears, he heard the brave words Dreamweaver was spitting to the pups, but it fell on deaf ears. Perhaps he could plan better on how to lure the little shits if he.. Got in the tree also. Yes. A perfect plan with no horrible outcome. Bunching his muscles, the blue tabby screeched out of the bushes and startled the red assholes in front of him. "WATCH OUT SHIT WADS" HE YOWLED, as he jumped onto the back of one of them, using ut ti launch himself onto the tree before easily slithering up to a branch just under the meddy cat. "So this is nice."

The healer could only stare in amaze at the level of stupidity his leader showed. It was a rare moment, so he had to soak it all in. Dreamweaver closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "...I hate you so much." Dream said in a monotoned voice to his friend, defeat clear in his eyes. "That's it. We're gonna die up here. Starvation by tree. Lovely." The medicine cat then groaned dramatically and squished his face into the tree trunk, lifting it and smacking it repeatedly into the rough bark.

Wishingstar rolked his eyes, it was now a normal occurance when around Dresmweaver. "This coming from a cat who was tree'd like a raccoon during hunting season" He meowed back, leaning to the side to scratch at the weathered color around his neck. He sat himself back up and once again glanced at the ground where the pups were going balastic.

"Aw Dreamweaver look! That one has your eyes! I didnt know you fathered some fox kits!" Wishingstar exclaimed before chuckling to himself. He was such a hoot, but only to his meddy cat. He never acted kike this around others.

Dream looked down once more to his butthead leader, his tail twitching irritably. "Har har, you're a riot, Wish." The medicine cat laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes as dramatically as possible. "When I fall out of this tree, and let's face it, it'll happen soon, I takin at least one of these ass-breaths out with me. They shredded my favorite patch of borage leaves!" The healer's voice turned to a whine towards the end of his rant, slumping down to lay defeated on his tree branch.

"Well if we are going down might as well grt it over with!" Wishingstar meowed cheerfully before launching himself out of the tree into the stunned face of a pup below. Instantly his teeth met the pups ear and his head snapped back, pulling the red shit to the ground as it screamed in pain, blood splattering the ground around them. With his claws unsheathed he raked them down the belly of the fox until it raced off into the underbrush.

With a snarl he turned to face the others, teeth bared and fur bristling.

"....what the fuck, Wish." Dreamweaver said, slightly stunned, from his comfortable perch in the tree, having no intentions of going down anytime soon. "You can't be so casual with this badass ninja shit." The healer watched the other two foxes circle the shadow clan leader menacingly, fangs bared and tails bristling. "It looks like you got this! Don't need any help at all! Easy-peasy!" Dream shouted down towards Wishingstar, planning on sitting this one out; but the tree he inhabited had other plans. The comfortable branch the medicine cat was chillin' on suddenly snapped, and karma bit Dreamweaver on the ass as he quickly plummeted towards the ground. 

"fuck fuck fuck fuck-!" The healer screamed before he launched himself at one of the pups, landing on one of their head's and smashing it into the ground. The pup let out a yelp and crumpled under Dreamweaver's weight. The healer, in all his graceful glory, then rolled off the fox pup in a disorganized ball, landing on his paws next to Wishingstar.

"...I like to make an entrance."

Once again Wishingstar rolled his eyes, his haunches brushing up against Dreamweavers as two of the pups circled them. He let out a hiss, before a low groaning noise echoed from his throat, his back arched while he stood on his toes.

The fox on the left jumped at him, and he met his attacker with a his claws extended towards its face. Instantly he felt flesh underpaw and ripped his leg downards, slicing open the foxes nose spraying blood across his face. The red pup squealed and leaped back, shaking its head as if to make the pain go away, slinging blood across the needle riddled ground. "Dont mess with cats, shithole." He snarled.