Watching the Ranch [join if you'd like!]

[Slug]

ooc: Totes!! THE PERFECT PARTNERS IN CRIME.

[laur]

A deep, menacing growl escaped Cedarstar's throat as his eyes narrowed at the two toms. His tail lashed, but he kept his voice calm as he responded to the two. "You think this is funny?" He studied the two cats, obviously enjoying taunting him very much. "I am a leader. It is in the warrior code that all cats must respect leaders. You know that, yes?" He took a step back, his bright yellow eyes never leaving the two. "Or are you just mouse-brained fools that pretend to be warriors for the heck of it?"

Cedarstar kneaded the ground once more; his cold gaze piercing the pelts of the unadmirable toms before him. Sighing inwardly, Cedarstar raised his large head, towering over both cats. "If you know what's best for you, you will leave. Now." His throaty, almost horrifying hiss rumbled out of his throat and directly at both toms before him. His tail lashed as his unattractive angry side began to take over.

"Do not mess with me, boys."

[[ hardyrex ]]

ooc; YES! If they live this. >.>

[Slug]

ooc: ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS CLEAR THE FENCE, HARDY, AND THEY'RE SCOTT FREE. To the barn!!!

[laur]

ooc:// For teh lulz.
Cedarstar is teh win.

[[ hardyrex ]]

ooc; OKAY!
"My, my. Someone sure does have a short temper, don't we?"

Crow-whisker formed an inner smile as Clayfang got the message--taunt the big bad kitty. And where does it say that exactly?" Crow-whisker asked. The black tom shot a glance at Clayfang. Cedarstar could easily take Crow-whisker out, if he caught him, that is. His yellow eyes scanned the fence as an idea popped into his head. If the big bad kitty showed his claws, hop the fence and be home free. His thoughts were interrupted by Cedarstar's question. "Now. What ever would make you think that we are pretending?" Cedarstar's hiss make him pause. He's getting really annoyed... Crow-whisker looked over to Clayfang, waited to see what he had to say, or if he would say anything at all.

[Slug]

"Indeed he does, Crow-whisker." Clayfang agreed, moving closer to Crow-whisker; he eyed the fence, then as quickly as he did; gave Crow-whisker the look. "You're not a very good leader if you get angry at a couple of warriors; I think Cedarstar comeing down to our level, don't you think so, Crow-whisker?"

He didn't wait for an answer; mearly inched closer and closer to the black tom, eyeing Cedarstar with great...malice? Spite? Hate? There was no name for the mixture of irratation that swarmed and sizzled in Clayfang's wood brown eyes.

"And what exactly happens if we do mess with you, Meadowclanner?"

[laur]

"Your level?" Cedarstar scoffed, taking a step forward, "not even the most senseless cat could be as malicious and mouse-brained as you two." His large yellow eyes narrowed as he caught the looks exhanged between the two toms. "If you're planning on getting away, you better do so now." He watched the twitch of every muscle beneath their pelts; he heard the sigh of every breath they took. "You will regret everything you have just done."

His large front paw came off the ground, flexing sharp white claws and muscular rounded toes. He gazed briefly at the fence before him, as if reading the two toms' thoughts. Lashing his tail, Cedarstar forced himself not to attack. Though his dark brown back fur bristled, and his mane of brown fur on his neck stood on end, Cedarstar stayed where he was. It was a menacing sight, sure, one to scare off even the bravest cat. Standing over a foot tall, he looked twice the size of a fox with every hair on end.

"And what exactly happens if we do mess with you, Meadowclanner?"

Cedarstar's lip curled in an almost disgusting smile. Finally, these mouse-brained fools were beginning to amuse him, though the anger burning in the pit of his belly did not cease. "Do you really want to know?" His whiskers twitched; yellow eyes narrowed into menacing slits. Lashing his tail again, Cedarstar took a few more paces forward.

"Your leaders will hear of this, and guess what? They will side with me if I rip your ears off." He chuckled something that sounded like a dying badger. Flashing pearly-white fangs, Cedarstar crouched in an aggressive postition.

"Try me."

[[ hardyrex ]]

"It sounds like you really want to fight."

Crow-whisker lashed his tail. His black fur was standing on end, and his lips were twitching as they tried to move into a snarl. His yellow eyes narrowed at Cedarstar as he chuckled. "All you leaders are all the same. You think you're all high and mighty because you lead the clan and can do and say whatever you want. But when someone else says something you don't like, you claw their ears off!" The tom's voice had started out a meow until it reached a ear-splitting yowl. His lips were stretched into a snarl, claws out. Crow-whisker knew he was no match for the much larger cat, but Cedarstar was acting like he nothing compared to the big bad kitty.

Crow-whisker forced his hair to lay down flat again and his snarl dissolved. His claws sank deep into the Earth as he looked at Clayfang. "We must not be great enough to be here." The black tom hissed. "Shall we leave before our presence makes him"--Crow-whisker flicked his tail at Cedarstar--"look bad?"

[Slug]

"Yes, Crow-whisker-- yes we should." Clayfang stated, giving the white picket fence a long look, then switched it to meet Crow-whisker's gaze. "Before things get...ugly. But not that they--" His ear swiveled toward Cedarstar. "are not already." Clayfang grinned at Cedarstar and Crow-whisker before leaping onto the fence; making a loose board wiggle for a second then pouncing onto the other side-- the Farm side.

"Well-- what are you waiting for, Fogclanner? Jump!" Clayfang snapped, his eyes glimmering with humor. "I heard there was many mice in the barn over--" He lashed his tale in the derection of a red shead. "there-- and I must say, I'm quite starved right now." Clayfang looked at Cedarstar. "A few mice will do nicely before I head back to camp; don't you agree, Crow-whisker?"

/Keep in mind, it's against the Warrior code to feed before others. :3 *shot'd*