The loner was desperate to protect his home. He'd only just secured a den, if it could even be called that, near the pond and he wasn't going to let two cats get so close to his territory. He'd had dreams of grandeur when he was younger, to live by the pond and find a mate and start a family of his own - but all the loner she-cats in the area that he'd met had wanted security. Now that he had security, a moldy wooden box left out by Twolegs, propped up against the stump of a tree just within the treeline around the pond, he wanted to protect it with all he could.
He could sense it the moment he saw cats nearby - they were going to steal his box, his home, his security and his chance at getting a mate! If he didn't attack them, they were going to ruin his every plan! It was a cat eat cat world out here and he wasn't going to be the one going down.
But.... stars above, if these cats didn't look scary in their own right. And they were young - younger than him anyway. But there wasn't a scar on them, whereas his pelt was littered with the battles he'd survived from the past. These cats were surely full of empty threats and nothing more. He could win against them! He had to win against them!
"Filth!" He spat. "You won't have my life - but you may will have my claws in your eyes!" He roared and jumped at the she-cat who had come to stand condescendingly in front of him. Only, one of his paws didn't make it off the ground in time, twisting with another and he missed entirely, falling short and landing on his face. Ouch.
(The enemy loner misses his attack on Six!
A new round of fighting begins!)