Clayfang & Crow-whisker (private)

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Only Me and Hardy role playing. For now.

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It had taken him a while to get to where he was now, but Clayfang was sure it would be worth it-- all of it. The journey had been long. Clayfang had gotten up early just for this, and he'd be damned if his new acquaintance didn't show up. He'd have some sort of fit, sure; use the ground as a scratching post, but nothing too drastic-- like going into Fogclan's territory just to piss all over their land. Now that... that would be something.

Clayfang was sure that Crow-whisker would definitely get his message if that happened.

Currently the warrior was lounging in a quite undignified position on his back, belly up and enjoying the view of the sky above. Cloudless... a pure, thick blanket of blue was layed out before him. Like a unmarred map. So still... so peaceful. Not even a bird dared to break the serenity of the moment, for it too, was most likely enjoying the endless view. Clayfang sighed, shifting deeper into the cushy grass comfortably, a smile gracing his features.

He hadn't been this relaxed for... a long time. The smile suddenly slipped away and was replaced with a thoughtful frown, whiskers jutting forward. It had been a long time. Too long for the warrior's taste. In fact, he wondered how long it had been. With all the business of "Putting your clan before yourself", Clayfang barely had time for himself, if at all.

With another, but more depressed sigh, Clayfang rolled over onto his belly, legs splayed out in a rather sloppy manner, chin digging into the dirt as he layed his head elegantly upon the ground, hmming to himself, his thoughts wondering to a certain Fogclanner...

Where was Crow-whisker, anyhow?

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Great. He was late.

Crow-whisker padded though the overgrown home he called FogClan, looking back every now and again to make sure he wasn't being followed by a clan mate that was to curious for their own good. What would he do if a someone was following him? He could make an excuse, say he was hunting, doing a one cat border portal. It'd be hard to explain why he keep looking back.

He shook the thoughts out of his head. Why should he worry? It's not like he was doing any cat harm.

Not yet, anyway.

As he was thinking, he didn't notice that he was almost to the border. The smell of StreamClan filled his nose as he saw Clayfang, legs sprawled out as the tom layed there.

"Comfortable?" the black cat meowed, sitting down with his tail wrapped neatly around his paws.

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"Comfortable?" A voice interrupted Clayfang's musings, his eyes darting to catch the one who dared destroy the silence. Instead of giving the black tom a glare, he grunted something unintelligible as he rolled back into his earlier position, returning to his sky gazing.

"Mmhm." He gave Crow-whisker a half-hearted answer, not really awake yet. "What took you so long?" Clayfang added, voice dripping with boredom, tail sweeping against the grass, entangling his strands of long fur with the green blades. Not that he cared what had delayed Crow-whisker, he was merely curious. It seemed these days that the whole world was a conspiracy, and he wanted to know who else decided to fool around with their fate.

Not that he believed in that stuff... just making an example.

Really.

After a few moments of staring at practically nothing, Clayfang promptly decided that sky gazing wasted his time and sat up, shaking any hitchhikers from his shaggy pelt. Turning to face Crow-whisker, it dawned on the earthy toned warrior that his companion had gotten smaller... or was it Clayfang himself that had grown bigger? He seemed to tower over the Fogclanner by at least a head and a half. But then again, that was normal-- he was almost taller than everyone in most of the clans.

He argued in his defense that it was fathers big-boned genes and his mothers tall, really tall frame that made him who he was. But that would be a lie. Both his parents had been small-- not that he'd tell anyone that-- and he had been most certainly the largest cat in his family.

None of that was a bad thing (to Clayfang) though. He enjoyed intimidating others with his large size and tall height; it became a guilty pleasure.

Okay, not so guilty, but you get the point.

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"What took you so long?"

Crow-whisker's yellow eyes blinked. What did take him so long anyway? He woke up early. Didn't have to go on the dawn patrol. He lifted his shoulders up for a brief moment then back down. "Just late, I guess."

As Clayfang got off his lazy tail, Crow-whisker got a thought in his head. This cat could easily take him down, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Clayfang was what, a mouse length taller then him?

He flicked his ears. These weren't very happy thoughts.

"Shall the meeting begin?" Crow-whisker meowed.

ooc; I'm so rusty. e-e

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"Just late, I guess."

"So I noticed." Clayfang drawled, gifting Crow-whisker with a rare smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. "But I'll let it slide." His gentle expression turned serious, his posture suddenly stiff as steel, his ear perked, shoulders squared, and back straightening; lifting his head high, Clayfang was quite a sight to witness, casting a shadow over his black furred acquaintance.

Clayfang was all business now.

"Shall the meeting begin?"

"Great minds must think alike." Clayfang mused to himself, then shook away the thought. "Yes. I believe it's time." He stated, glancing at the horizon. Fourtrees stood out like a sore thumb against the blue sky, looming in a way that almost intimidated Clayfang. Almost.

Returning his attention back to the Fogclanner before him, Clayfang gave a small, mysterious smirk that said "I-know-something-you-don't". Which wasn't exactly true, but Clayfang liked to unsettle those around him-- it was a habit that Clayfang wasn't too crazy to start breaking now, nor ever. "Seeing as you brought it up first," He started, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why not you start this meeting, Crow-whisker?" Clayfang finished, leering slightly.

Not to ruin the moment or anything, but Clayfang had no idea what to talk about for their little "meeting". But he covered that up with a half-arsed excuse. Not that he cared it wasn't good, all that mattered was that he got the point across-- a I'm-not-starting-this-meeting point. It was how the Streamclanner rolled.

Dig it, dawg.

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"But I'll let it slide."

Crow-whisker simply nodded, closing his eyes in the process. Opening them back up, he faced a even taller Clayfang. Did this cat love to show just how much bigger he was? He flicked the end of his tail as Clayfang smirked. What could he be smirking about? And why was he so intent on scaring the fur off of the black tom?

More unhappy thoughts. Hurray.

"Why not you start this meeting, Crow-whisker?"

Crow-whisker blinked. He figured Clayfang would start this off, demand all the power and such. But no. Let's just dump it all on the the black cat here.

What was the meeting about anyway? Clayfang and Crow-whisker didn't really talk about what they were going to talk about at the ranch, were they got a few mice and ate them.

He flicked his tail. Clayfang seemed like the cat who liked to cause trouble. Maybe they could cause some trouble between clans. Like...Catching prey on the other's land? That would cause some drama between FogClan and StreamClan.

What fun.

"What would you say if I had a plan about causing a bit of harmless fun?" Crow-whisker meowed at last, a small smile showing.

ooc; failure. :D

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Clayfang watched as Crow-whisker blink, then go into deep thought about something. He wouldn't have been surprised if Crow-whisker was thinking about him, but he had no way of knowing if the black tom was thinking about him. Crow-whisker's face looked like it was made out of stone, not a hint of emotion shining through it as he sat there, thinking.

Finally Crow-whisker's tail flicked, indicating the nearing end of his thoughts. Whatever they had been about, it had taken it a bit to sort it out, and that made Clayfang curious. But he wouldn't pry. He had a good idea, anyways, what Crow-whisker's thinking might have been about.

"What would you say if I had a plan about causing a bit of harmless fun?"

That caught Clayfang off guard. He had expected something else from the smaller tom-- not for Crow-whisker to get straight to business. Not that Clayfang minded, of course. They didn't have all the time in the world and a patrol could come and find them at any given second. They had to move their chit-chatting up a notch, and fast. Finally, Crow-whisker's words got through to him once Clayfang stopped thinking, and he returned the black cat's smile with his own, sly one.

"I would say you've got my attention, Crow-whisker, do continue." He purred, hunkering down so he wouldn't intimidate his... friend anymore.

After all, a plan is a plan, right? And Clayfang oh-so-enjoys plans... especially if they're "a bit of harmless fun".

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"I would say you've got my attention, Crow-whisker, do continue."

Crow-whisker nodded. Clayfang's smile was a good sign; it means he was all up for some fun. And this plan would be fun. For Himself and Clayfang, of course.

"Its been a it boring around here, hasn't it?" He meowed. A bit was not the way he would have described it, seeing as how Crow-whisker had been bored out of his mind lately. But it sounded better saying it with a bit. Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "What do you say we cause a bit of trouble? Just some harmless fun, as I stated."

Crow-whisker's yellow eyes glanced around. The thought of someone listening in came to his mind. What if someone caught them? FogClanners wouldn't be thrilled to learn he was talking to a StreamClanner, and from what he heard from some MeadowClan cats, his plan was the one of the reasons that MeadowClan started all of this. But he'd got the idea from them, and it wouldn't cause much trouble.

Just a few cat fights.

"I have this little idea to stir up some entertainment between our two clans." Crow-whisker meowed, turning his eyes back to Clayfang. "Why don't one of us caught a piece of prey from the other's territory, and claim that one clan is stealing the other clan's prey?"

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"What do you say we cause a bit of trouble? Just some harmless fun, as I stated."

Clayfang grinned crookedly, showing off some nicely sized fangs, and nodded his approval. They were devious toms with a forte for plotting. Oh, the joys they will have...

""I have this little idea to stir up some entertainment between our two clans."

Clayfang pricked his ears, attention solely on the small, black tom before him. Trouble between the clans? Crow-whisker sure knew how to pick 'em.

"Why don't one of us caught a piece of prey from the other's territory, and claim that one clan is stealing the other clan's prey?"

Clayfang gave Crow-whisker a look that said certainly not me. "Huntin' aint my thing, Crow-whisker. But I say we've got ourselves a plan."

/Sorry. D: This post is fail. ;_;