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

[snowstorm]

Cloe flattened her ears at the cats comment.
"I've done nothing to scare myself!"
she hissed glaring at the cat more focused than ever,
"After all, you just came out of nowhere."
She lifted one paw off of the ground, claws still unsheathed, prepared for an attack. Her tail lashed violently across the ground, with growing anticipation, as her patience faded away slowly.

[[ hardyrex ]]

Crow-whisker snorted at the she-cat. "You're out numbered and out powered. The last thing you should be doing is trying to pick a fight with us." His claws unsheathed, sharp ends sinking into the Earth as his tail twitched in annoyance of the kittypet's quick actions.

The black tom's yellow eyes moved to look at the rogue. "Hasn't your mother taught you any manners? It's not nice to insult strangers." Crow-whisker narrowed his eyes. "My mother was also a rogue. She did what she could to keep my sister and I alive; shame was the last thing on her mind."

His tail flicked toward the shed as Crow-whisker turned his head back to Clagfang. "Yes, we were. Maybe we can get there before the next moon without being rudely interrupted." He sheathed his claws, calmly waiting for Clayfang.

[Slug]

Once more, Clayfang ignored the she-cat; nodding towards Crow-whisker. "Indeed. We shall take our leave unharmed. That would nice for that to happen to ALL of us, would you not agree, rogue and she-cat?" Clayfang didn't wait for an answer. "My... acquiantance, are you ready to leave these two behind? My stomach is beginning to ache." The big tom grimaced, his fur ruffling up uncomfortably in the breeze.

[snowstorm]

Cloe hissed at the clan cats remark,
"My family's had plenty of trouble from clan cats, I'm the only one left, and if you think I'll let you talk about me that way your wrong!"
She dug her claws into the ground her tail twitching with annoyance. She flattened her ears to her head as her fur was ruffled by the breeze, fluffing it out even more.

[Slug]

bic: His grimace turned into something horrifying-- Clayfang let loose a vicious, ivory fanged filled snarl towards Cloe's derection; temper fissuring like an erupting volcano.

"SILENCE!" He boomed, yowl sounding like a twisted battle cry. "We were not talking about you any offending way, she-cat, nor were we bothering you! Now stop your nit-picking and let us all leave in peace! Isn't that what you want-- to be left alone?!" With a hiss of frustration Clayfang's claws grappled with the grass and dirt, ripping and upturning them from their tiny defenseless roots.

After a few breathless huffs and puffs, destroying the ground, and some more inhuman screeches of irratation; Clayfang settled down enough to lick his fur back into place from it's bristling posture, sitting on his haunches calmly. If it wasn't for the fact that the ground was torn up all around Clayfang, you would have just seen a eerily composed tom cat sitting before you.

"So, as I was saying," Clayfang's voice was rumbled and broken up; like a thin stream rushing inbetween large, jagged rocks. "I would like to leave in peace so I can eat. Is that a crime now? To eat? To just have some moments of peace??." With a grunt Clayfang ran his paw once more across his ear; whiskers quivering at the angry that was still burried inside him; like claws, it sank itself deep-- rooting itself like the grass Clayfang had just torn apart.

ooc: I felt like typing a angry Clayfang today. xD /shot'd

[snowstorm]

Cloe jumped back and hissed. She sheathed her claws and jumped up on the fence. Looking down at the angry cat, fur still fluffed up, she padded along the fence. She stopped at a spot somewhere near the middle, and disappeared inside the ranch walls.

[Crowzerplorodon]

Red sat there, taking in what each of the larger toms said in turn. Unlike the other three cats that were near him, the rogue managed a calm composure, his tail wrapped firmly around his paws instead of lashing and his claws sheathed.

"Sarcasm doesn't flow well on Clan Cats, I see," he mumbled, closing his eyes in thought. "Ah well, carry on with what you're doing then, didn't mean to... interupt your time." His amber eyes opened, doing a quick look over both of the toms. They were larger than him, yes, but were they quicker? Smarter? That he couldn't tell, so risking battle was not something he would consider.

"But at least I-" His defensive words were cut off as the brown cat lashed out in anger. Red took a step or two back, finally unsheathing his claws as he prepared for battle. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the kittypet scamper off -- for the better he supposed. If the strange cats did initiate a fight, the kittypet would stand no chance.

As the irate tom cat calmed down and the pressure of battle faded, Red let his claws back in, running a dry paw over his ears mockingly. "Then be on your way, if you wish to go so badly." The dark ginger tom could still sense the lingering traits of anger in the brown cat and it would be better if the two strangers just left.

[snowstorm]

Cloe jumped back up on the fence and unsheathed her claws.
"I forgot..."
she hissed with a slight smile
"My family never did turn down a fight, my dad was killed by a clan cat, and nows my chance to get revenge!"She jumped down and moved toward the cats slowly, her fur fluffed out so she was twice her own size. She glared at the clan cats, making her negative feelings show.

[[ hardyrex ]]

Crow-whisker sat down, placing his long tail over his small paws, hiding them completely. His eyes moved back and forth between the cats; the she-cat, Clayfang, the rogue, Clayfang, she-cat.

His ears pricked in surprise with the outburst that Clayfang had, but the rogue's reply had made him narrow his eyes, in thought. But those thoughts were soon scattered as the kittypet had shown some backbone and was now wanting to get revenge for her father.

"Don't be silly." Crow-whisker faced the she-cat, now twice her size--the size of him-because of her fur. "You're a kit. You couldn't take us." His tail twitched toward the shed as his yellow eyes spotted Clayfang. "Shall we go before things get out of paw?"

ooc; Out of paw. :3 I crack myself up. /brick'd-

[Slug]

ooc: XD Out of paw; jeeze, Hardy-- you really are something!

bic: "Yes. Yes we should get going. Before I really do lose my temper." Clayfang grumbled, pawing at the upturned dirt. "And she-cat; I would-- will-- kill you. Do not mistake that. If you push your luck, so help me I will rip the very whiskers from your cheeks and turn you into a porcupine with them-- are we clear on that?" Clayfang didn't wait for an answer, he mearly nodded to Crow-whisker and said "Let's go."

/lame. D: