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

[snowstorm]

ooc:// Ha ha. Out of paw....
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Cloe looked to each cat, then focused on Crow-whisker and Clayfang.
"So you think you can take me?!"
she hissed,
"Just because I'm only six moons old and a kittypet?!"
She twitched her tail with anger. She then sheathed her claws and began to lick her paw.
"I haven't time to deal with you brutes."she mewed with a hint of satisfaction in her voice. Cloe jumped on the fence and curled her tail around her paws, looking down at the other three cats.

[Slug]

"Well, ain't you just stuffed with fox-dung, she-cat?" Clayfang drawled, accent peering in. "I say you take your pretty little flank out of here before I skin it off, kittypet." He gave a eerily charming smile at Cloe; the breeze abruptly stopped for a second, then started up again-- as if it had been shocked by Clayfang's comment.

"But you're right, lass. I am a brute, and I ain't afraid to show you what barbarians are really like." His smile turned into a savage little grin, crooked with a mouthful of ivory fangs-- like thick needles, they were.

[[ hardyrex ]]

ooc; OUT OF PAW IRISH CATS F.T.W.

bic;
"Think?"

Crow-whisker let out a mrrow of laughter, tail slowly moving in amusement in the kittpet's brave--and foolish--words. "Think?" He repeated. "I know I could take you. A six-moon old kittypet wouldn't last a second against me."

The black tom bounded to the off-white picket fence, soon leaping into the air and onto a board next to the she-cat as Clayfang stated what he figured out on his own. Crow-whisker's eyes narrowed and his claws unsheathed his claws, facing the kittypet.

"I've got plenty of time."

ooc; This is where Crow's cat comes in and owns my cat. ;-;

[snowstorm]

"So you want a fight do you?!"
Cloe hissed at Crow-whisker,
"I can give you a fight! And I will!" She unsheathed her claws as he did, and silently worked out a strategy if he really did attack. "I could use frontal attack..."
she thought
"But I think I could go with what he does!"
She stood on the fence and glared at Crow-whisker.

[[ hardyrex ]]

ooc; But I think I could go with what he does!"
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You don't know how Crow-whisker fights. o.o

[snowstorm]

You don't know how Crow-whisker fights. o.o
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Yes but Cloe is a clever little Kittypet. She could figure it out once some one begins.

[Rolo]

((Snow, not to be a pain or to cause offence but Hardy is right. A six month old kittypet would be virtually no competition for a fully grown warrior... no matter how 'clever' she may be. Think carefully about what Cloe should do next, she's literally putting herself at risk of being killed. I know Firepaw did something in the series but it's not too realistic here.))

[Slug]

ooc: SNOW. Cloe would be, ah, a mary-sueish character if she could defeat TWO full grown warriors. It's impossible. Unrealistic as Rolo said. A kittypet cannot defeat a full warrior; an apprentice, yes; but not a warrior. Please keep in mind this is life-- the wild-- you should be grateful no one elses character has killed Cloe yet. D: *brick'd*

[Slug]

"But I don't, Crow-whisker. Forget the kittypet, she is mearly berating you into battle-- one that you will win-- but what would our leaders think if we killed a kittypet out of sheer anger? Irratation? I smell a banishment, Crow-whisker-- one that I would not enjoy." Clayfang studied Crow-whisker for a moment.

"I understand your annoyance, Crow-whisker, but we needn't get angry at such small things," He coughed a little nervously, staring at the torn up ground around him. "But though I have no place to speak, I think it would be best if we left the she-cat alone. Ignore her and let us be on our way, Crow-whisker." Clayfang pleaded-- yes, pleaded. "I will not like to hear a...possible ally of mine get banished. It would be harder to communicate with you if you were in that position, yes? Rogues are not too welcomed, if I recall."

[snowstorm]

ooc: I think I'll bring in Flames. He's a loner, and seems to know Cloe a bit.

bic:

A ginger cat walked by the fence, as if looking for something. He really wasn't, but he did seem a bit lost. He walked into an area where he could see two cats, he wasn't looking at the fence. He could smell clan cats, another loner, and something else. It was a kittypet, it was Cloe the kittypet! He looked up where he saw the cream and orange she-cat, and a black cat, both looking as if they were going to battle.
"Cloe!"
he mewed,
"What are you doing?! Fighting?! You could never win!"
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Cloe looked over to the cat that was calling her name.
"Flames!"
she mewed excitedly as she jumped off the fence,
"They started it..."
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"They did, did they?"
He looked around so he could see every cat, then looked back down at Cloe.
"Your more reasonable to start a fight."