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

[[ hardyrex ]]

Crow-whisker's eyes looked for a sturdy board, readied himself, and leaped on the board, landing perfectly on the picket fence. "I can go slower, if you like." Crow-whisker meowed, flashing a last glance at Cedarstar before plunging into the farm side.

He paused to lick down his ruffled black fur, then looked at the shed, yellow eyes narrowing. "Sounds delightful. Shall you lead?" Crow-whisker's mouth watered at the thought of a nice, plump mouse. He had came here many times before to sneak a piece of fresh-kill before his Clan mates; nothing new for himself. A small thought passed into his mind. This is a StreamClan cat. He must know Jaystripe. He wondered how to ask Clayfang about his sister.

/lame :P

[Slug]

"Lead? No. That would make me no better than the Meadowclanner. Instead, I prefer if we walked at the same pace." Clayfang meowed to Crow-whisker, padding towards him. "Unless, of course, you would like to lead, Crow-whisker." The big tom asked, running a paw over his ear.

"No matter; our destination is the Shead, yes?"

[laur]

Watching the two cats flee, Cedarstar huffed in annoyance. Though he knew a fight would not be the best thing, the adrenaline coursing through his veins had made his mind ready for the fight; which he almost desperately wanted. His bright yellow eyes tracing the steps of Crow-whisker and Clayfang, Cedarstar shook out his long brown-hued fur and growled under his breath.

"Enjoy yourselves, for you won't have a nice time coming back." Cedarstar snickered, watching the scared faces of the two sharp-tongued toms as they kept walking away. He knew they knew better than to pick a fight with a cat like him, and he was glad they had at least some sense in them. Turning tail and striding back to the forest, Cedarstar shot one last remark at the two toms.

"And careful what you say around leaders, boys; they can ruin your life with the twitch of a whisker."

With that, Cedarstar took a massive bound into the forest, disappearing in merely seconds.

[snowstorm]

A small delicate she-cat about six moons old sat on the ranch fence. Her cream and orange fur standing out perfectly with her surroundings. Her blue green eyes surveyed the area cautiously. She placed one small paw gently on another section of fence, then jumped down. "I really shouldn't be this close to the forest," she said to herself. The kittypet, Cloe, was terrified of forest cats. Cloe twitched her ears a bit, and sat down by the edge, licking her paw. She stopped and looked around, relived that no other cats were in sight.

[[ hardyrex ]]

"Yes. The shed."

Crow-whisker twitched his whiskers at the parting words that Cedarstar had left them. Maybe Crow-whisker wouldn't come back. After all, he would have to be ordered by another cat who thought it was better than everyone else. He started to pad off, thinking about his options, when a another sent hit him.

Kittypet.

The tom's yellow eyes scanned the fence line, looking for the weak kittypet that dare come near the forest. Crow-whisker spotted the cat; cream and orange she-cat, young.

Another game to play.

"Do you see what I see?" Crow-whisker meowed, flicking his tail toward the cat on the fence.

ooc; Muahaha. Cloe better watch out. >:D

[snowstorm]

Cloe flattened her body to the ground as she heard a voice from nearby.
"W-who are you and what do you want?"
she mewed pitifully. She scented a clan cat. Cloe scanned the clearing when she spotted a black cat. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the soft soil below.
"What do you want?!"
she repeated in a hiss. Cloe was prepared for battle, ready to fight, to defend herself. She stood there and waited, waited for the clan cat to do something.

[[ hardyrex ]]

ooc; Snow, Slug is in this roleplay too, and her cat is right next to mine. x.o There is more than one cat there...

[Crowzerplorodon]

crack.

The last trace of the one of the mice who used to live in the barn vanished under the sharp, pearly white teeth of a feline. A few strands of the mouse's fur were caught in between the bones, but the cat seemed not to care, swiping his small pink tongue around his mouth before standing and stretching.

In the dim light of the barn it was hard to see. Only a small amount of light made it through random cracks in the barn walls, just barely giving the tom cat enough sunlight to see by.

His amber eyes blinked slowly for a moment, as if making up the tom's mind. One quick glance around the dark barn, and he was gone, slipping out of a larger whole in the wall and making his way outside.

The harsh light forced a hiss out of the tom, his pupils shrinking to an even smaller size than their usual and his dark ginger fur bristling under the intensity of the sun compared to the barn. His white paws scraped the ground impatiently for a moment, waiting until he had adjusted to the new environment.

Once he was ready, the tom padded off, keeping an ear out for any signs of other cats.

It didn't take long for the small cat to manage to find some form of excitement. Not six fox-lengths from the barn did his weak nose pick up something. Moving closer, the tom managed to confirm that the scent was cats, and that there was most likely, more than one.

Moments later he confirmed his suspicions by sight rather than scent. He picked out three distinct cat shapes. Two of the cats, toms, seemed to know each other, fairly well the cat could assume. Both toms screamed of power and (now that he was close enough) the rogue could easily tell they were from the forest.

The other was a smaller, young, she-cat. A kittypet, he knew that with all certainty. The rogue had definitely seen the she-cat before, hanging around the two-leg place. At least, he thought he had. His ears flattened as he became unsure.

But that was beyond the point. What the tom could tell with no doubt was that the two toms seemed to be frightening the she-cat. And one of them even looked ready to attack.

Now that, was unfair.

Momentarily forgetting his dislike for kittypets, Red, the rogue, made his way toward the group, padding softly as he gave off a calm, relax air. As he came up to the group, he placed his tail softly on the young she-cats shoulder, as if to say 'don't worry, I got this'.

"Hello boys," Red said, looking positively bored with the whole thing. "Watcha doing at the ranch? Your scent suggest clan cat -- or are the clans too weak to keep in some pieces of crowfood like yourself? Terrifying a she-cat, still a kit no less, like that. Have your mothers no shame?

[snowstorm]

Cloe fixed her gaze on the cat that had just appeared, then back to the other two. She twitched her right ear in uncertainty, her fearful gaze locked on the three cats.
"Please what do you want from me?!" she mewed franticly,
"Whats wrong with a kittypet coming out for excitement?!"
She glanced to each cat, and dug her claws even deeper in the soil. Cloe backed up against the fence, keeping watch on the three cats, as if they would spring and attack at any moment.[/b][/size]

[Slug]

Clayfang for the most part ignored Cloe's frantic mewling; brushing it off with his tail as if it were no more irratating than a fly. Instead, he narrowed his wood brown eyes at the newcommer-- besides the she-cat-- and gave Red a long, sharp look. "We did nothing to startle the she-cat," Clayfang's nose twitched at a smell. "Rogue. If anything, she startled herself--" He rolled his eyes in mock disgust, the corners of them gleaming with dark humor.

"And my mother, for your information, rogue, had no shame-- where did you think I learned from? Besides, rogues like yourself are no better than us-- hypocritical carnage heap." Clayfang grunted, running a newly saliva slicked paw over his ear. "And we were just leaving, wern't we, Crow-whisker?" He added with a side-ways grin, fangs flashing.