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Dear Starclan he just wanted to go for a walk with his Deputy. Go for a hunt, have a laugh, you know; bond as Leader and Deputy should. How was he supposed to know that a flock of geese had decided to nest right smack-dab in the middle of Wildflower Meadow?! Hackles raised, Ratstar hissed at the large bird in front of him, only to be met by the demonic goose equivalent of a hiss back. "No sudden moves, Devotedcrow," he whispered harshly with a quick glance to his companion, not trusting to take his single eye off of the opponent for more than a moment. "They can sense fear." woof
"Well, they're a'sensin' it, boss," chattered the smaller tom. This wasn't his first rodeo where geese were concerned, though the last time had been during his apprenticeship after his littermates had all dared Raystrike to lick a goose egg---only for said egg's mother to chase them off without remorse. The memory might have faded but the effects remained, Devotedcrow quaking in his fur. "Uhhh... is this normal behavior?" He asked, indicating that several of the agitated bird's offspring had taken a special interest in his shiny fur: One perched on his back, two others pecked curiously at his paws, and one he hadn't noticed until it was too late stood behind and released what could only be described as a demonic squawk of delight, clamping its bill around the end of his tail and kickstarting the Deputy in the same manner as how spurs would a stallion, sending him straight into the flock in a flurry of yowls, honks, feathers, and tufts of inky black fur.
In any other circumstance Devotedcrow being covered in baby birds would be a hilariously adorable sight; but today it meant that the mama and papa geese had Ratstar's Deputy marked for certain death. When he noticed the one gosling pecking around Crow's bottomside, he was too late to warn his friend when the tiny beak clamped around Crow's tail and he watching helplessly as Crow went flying right into the devil goose den. "CROW! NO!" Throwing aside his own sense of self-preservation, the Summerclan leader darted fearlessly into the fray, ramming into one of the freakishly ugly birds about to peck Crow's eyes out; hissing and swiping at it with his claws, and snagging a couple of feathers for good measure. Huh, they were kinda pretty. Maybe Poppymask would like 'em. Wait. No. Focus. Birds. "Crow?!" He glanced down at his Deputy with frantic worry in his eye. "Speak t' me, bud. Ya okay?!"
Why did it feel like everything in his life had to go immediately, cosmically wrong? He didn't even believe in gods, yet They all seemed to have it out for him! In particular when it came to birds---which honestly felt like a slap in the face considering he was named after one.
The poor tom was chased, bitten, and pecked halfway across the meadow and back again by time Ratstar intervened, several cartoonish bumps rising up where his fur had been plucked out. To his credit he didn't let himself be trampled, though fleeing for his life wasn't exactly a show of confidence, but as his leader arrived to his aid, he did stand a little straighter. "I think I tired them out for you," he chuckled feebly, but didn't let his attention leave the flock for a moment. They'd backed off after being slashed at but didn't look any less agitated than they did before taking their frustration out on their unwitting prey. Crow cleared his throat. "So...what were you saying before?
The tom's ear twitched in acknowledgment of Devotedcrow, but Ratstar's focus was on the current stand-off against the angry birds. They would hiss, he and his Deputy would hiss back, and so on. "We've got two options," he finally admitted in a harsh whisper, beginning to feel tired from the heat baring down on them. "We either make a break fer it, or we stand an' fight. If we run, we can lose 'em in the Deep Lands, but they might fly after us. If we fight, we could bring home a good ol' goose dinner fer everyone, but if I lose a life to these stupid, dumb birds, Graythorn'll never let us hear the end o' it." The largest of the geese, the big momma of the goslings that were oh-so-curious about Devotedcrow, suddenly made a couple bold steps forward towards the pair. It was now or never.
"Well." He started to speak then stopped, weighing the options Ratstar presented. Naturally, he didn't really want to have to fight birds that were bigger than him, especially considering only one of them had bonus lives---thanks for the consideration, Pseudo-dad---but, glancing at his hindered leg, running...didn't look so hot either. He looked over at the leader. "Look, I'm not super equipped for making a hasty retreat and we're kinda outnumbered right now, but, Ratstar, I owe you for everything you've done for me and my family. I volunteer as tribute to stay back and hold them off for as long as I can." Crow stood a little taller, closed his eyes, raised his chin, and took in a deep breath of air, feeling like a fitting end would be to give himself up to save the Greatest Leader Of All Time.
Ratstar shot Devotedcrow a look. "It's really concerning how eager ya are t' lay down your life fer me at any given time. We really need t' have a talk after this. Speakin' of which..." His Deputy's martyr-complex aside, it did look like standing their ground was the better option against the feathery menace. Fur standing on end, and tail lashing out behind him threateningly, the Summerclan leader took a brave step forward and spat at the geese. Some of them flapped back in surprise and fear, but the Big Mamma barely even blinked, staring Ratstar dead in the eye. "She's the head honcho 'ere," he whispered to Crow. "We don' need to take anyone else out but 'er. We'll rush on three, got it?"
Really, all he could think right about now was how maybe Drizzlepaw was onto something. Maybe birds were evil. Those small, beady, nightmarishly black eyes looked evil enough without the help of their unnecessarily fanged bills. Even though the rest of her cult fluttered back in fright, he didn't feel any better about their odds. "Sure. On three. Wait, on three right, not after three? I'm just making sure I have the timing down and all. United front and all," he muttered half-heartedly, more than certainly stalling but every second that passed weighed in his stomach like a heavy stone.
The leader's battle stance faltered slightly at his Deputy's question, and he glanced over his shoulder at him in confusion. "Uhhh, I guess whatever ya prefer, Crow," he answered with a slight shrug. "D'ya wanna go on three, or would one-two-three-go work better fer this kinda situation? I think there's a bit o' benefit t' either, but if ya wanna make the call 'ere, I'm fine with whatever." Out of Ratstar's line of sight, the Big Mamma goose tilted her head to the side, as if confused herself at the cats' conversation.
"Well, y'know, one-two-three-go feels more complete, but do you think we lose the element of surprise?" His voice had dropped to a whisper, just to ensure Big Mama wasn't bilingual in cat-speak and would be able to understand their plotting. "We really need to be mindful of whatever course of action we take here. Wouldn't want to make any dumb move---CHAAAAARGE!!!!" Suddenly, getting the jump on both Ratstar and Big Mama, Crow lunged forward with as much force as he could muster to propel himself squarely against the goose's feathery chest, which felt more like hitting a stone wall. Recoiling, he swore he could still feel his skull shaking; but, he didn't have much time to think about that, watching with horror as Big Mama recovered from her winded state, unfurling her wings to their fullest extent.
"C-crow?! Wait!" Ratstar realized far too late what his Deputy was going for, and cringed as Devotedcrow collided head-on with Big Mamma. Yeah...that had to hurt. The tom watched helplessly as the goose towered over Crow, seemingly blocking out the sun with her wingspan. The other geese in the flock were frozen still, waiting to see what their leader would do. Flapping her wings furiously, grass and flowers went flying around them, as she took a few steps backing away from Crow...and then began sprinting towards him at full speed. Ratstar's eye went wide. "CROW! RUN!"
He had but a moment to shake himself out of his paralysis when the rampage began. Crow, despite his lame leg, really put in the work to get away from the situation he'd quite literally charged right into, all four of his legs rotating like windmills to get him as far away from Big Mama as possible---which landed him right behind Ratstar. "Taggin' you in, boss~" He shouted, continuing to gain some distance but bumping into another goose in the process, slashing at it before it could snap its bill around him.
Big Mama fluttered and fumbled, each webbed foot landing with a thunderous cracked against the ground, her eyesight completely red as she envisioned draining these pesty felines of their blood, her wings flapping wildly as she honed in on the leader standing before her.
Ratstar barely had a moment to blink before Crow sped straight past him with a "Taggin' you in, boss~", leaving him directly in the path of a charging, bloodthirsty goose. "DON'T JUST LEAVE ME WITH HER!" He screamed back, immediately turning tail and sprinting after his Deputy. Looks like they were going with Plan C - run like cowards with no plan whatsoever an' hope fer the best. As he was running for his life from a murderous bird, as one does, he suddenly noticed a brief flash at the corner of his vision - the lake! "Crow!" he called out, nearly out of breath. "Head fer the water! Maybe we can lose them!"
Big Mama was right on his tail the entire time, moving with a speed that probably isn't physically possible for a normal goose. But this wasn't a normal goose; this was Big Mama, matriarch of Gooseclan and eternal arch-enemy of Rat and Crow. At least, that's how the two will describe her when they eventually survive this.
It was annoying, really. He got a head start and everything, sprinting at breakneck speed, but still got to watch his leader zoom past him, the only thing keeping defeat from slowing his paws being the goose pecks he felt nipping at them. Crow kept himself just ahead of her, the thunderous sound of his heart hammering I'm his chest and the wind howling in his ears making it almost impossible to hear Ratstar over his sheer terror--but a jerk of the tom's tabbied head to their west, the prismatic shimmer of peaceful, undisturbed lake water denoting its presence, and he understood enough of what Ratstar had in mind. It's a good thing I've been doing swimming lessons, he thought idly.
"Okay," he shouted over another devilish honk, skidding to the side abruptly. Crow was surprisingly nimble; Big Mama was not. Though he could turn at a moment's notice, redirect with barely a stumble, being so lanky and used to running from bigger threats, the sheer size and weight of the flock's matriarch propelled her in the same, straight line, and when she tried to lurch her momentum to follow the cats, her much smaller feet buckled and sent her tumbling. The rest of the geese followed in similar fashion, so when Crow glimpsed over his shoulder, GooseClan was suddenly the fabled fifth Mountain Clan.
They weren't out of the woods yet, though. As much as he wanted to stop running, another check behind him reignited his passion for living, the geese now untangling themselves and resuming the hunt. When he looked ahead of him, he saw Ratstar plunge into the lake and, sucking in a deep breath, Crow disappeared after him...
