Come and Take It.

[Ten]

ooc| Because a few of you have referred to him as a kit, I'm motivated to ask - y'all know Grimykit is a year old, right?

bic|

The gray cat slammed into his shoulder and Grimykit fell on his side. At once he reached to get a grip on Slatefoot's head with his claws. With his back legs he began kicking at his enemy's belly, low growls still rumbling from his throat.

[Gosh]

ooc| Yes, I do know he is a year old. I can understand others not knowing, though, because he kind of acts like a stuck-up kit C:

[Darky [Megan]]

ooc
He doesn't deserve to be called a warrior with the way he acts, in Orangey's eyes - it's reason enough as to why he calls him a kit.

bic
"I doubt you'll see a good rough and tumble that's s'posed to be polite," Orangestorm snapped, giving Harepaw a kind of non-threatening sideways glare.

"The fight ain't getting serious anyhow. Who in their right mind would want to separate two snarling furballs with claws anyways? You should check yer sense before talking, cat."

Through the little corner of his right eye that was turned to Harepaw, Orangestorm observed the cat. She had a small frame and pretty long whiskers, he noted. Then his ears picked up the sound of low growling and he returned his focus to the fight.

[sol]

Harepaw's ears twisted around, laying back against her head, her gaze focusing on her chest. She worked furiously at the ground with her paws, nose twitching. "Sorry. I respect your words, but it seems a little harsh to mess with him for no real reason other than entertainment." Her whiskers puckered forward as she glanced at the orange tom out of the corner of her eyes. He looked rather formidable, so the young cat quickly put in more. "If he had really been doing something offensive, it would make more sense, you know?" Pricking her ears again, she swiveled her head toward the squabble.

[Gosh]

"Well, he seems to think that stretch of land is his," Bronzefoot snorted. "As if. That sounds like Clan talk to me, and I know he isn't a Clanner. So that shows that he's just stuck up, and needs to be taught a lesson."

[Thistle]

Slatefoot suppressed a screech as claws dug into his forehead. Swinging his head wildly, he tried shaking the tabby loose.
"Think you can win with that lousy move?" he growled, baring his fangs as he did.

Slatefoot hissed as he felt kicks aimed at his belly; he tried snapping at the tom's face, hoping to draw blood.

[Ten]

"Lifting a paw, he aimed a heavy blow at the tom's face, claws ready to tear through flesh."
--x

ooc| I apologize for my lack of spacial comprehension; I'm having trouble picturing this. Grimykit has his paws on Slatefoot's head, yes? So... Slatefoot his aiming his blow at the side of Grimykit's head? How could that be heavy, considering how cat legs are built?

[Thistle]

How could that be heavy, considering how cat legs are built?
--x--
Hmm, I'll change that.

[Ten]

"Then he suddenly ducked down and rolled over. If he couldn't shake him away, then at least he could squash the annoying furball."
--x

ooc| Wasn't Slatefoot already on top?

[Thistle]

ooc| Wasn't Slatefoot already on top?
--x--
Better now?