[oats]

As if by some strange force, Klaus suddenly saw a tortoiseshell-shaped blur slide into his vision. 'That was certainly.. fast,' he muttered to himself, puffing his pelt up to make himself seem bigger. Calling out with about as much force his feeble lungs could muster, the tom bared his fangs and bit out the words "Who are you?"
It'd be easier to deal with this if he seemed quite unfriendly- as a rule of thumb, he knew that the larger, stronger he looked, the more chance he'd have to get them out. Flicking his ear and slowly raising his hackles, he paced to and fro. Whoever this was, they'd better not be wasting his time.