Come and Take It.

[Ten]

"Shaddup, ya big fool," Grimykit hissed. "Oughta watch yer mouth if ya gonna trespass. I ain't a kit, and I ain't dumb neither." He turned and glared and Slatefoot. "And as for you, dirtface - go. Get. Out."

[Darky [Megan]]

"You're right," said Orangestorm, feeling his claws slide into the sand. "You're both of them. Quit acting smart, you're just making yerself look even more stupid. Stupider than you really are, that is," he added, "and that's already as stupid as any cat 'as the right to be."

[Thistle]

As Grimykit turned around to face him, the blue-gray tom leaped to his paws, covering the short distance between them with a single bound.
Slatefoot then lunged forward, trying to land a blow on the tabby.

"I'll get out when you're dead," hissed the dark feline, his fangs bared. As soon as he got the chance, he would sink them deep into his opponent's throat.

[Ten]

ooc| Skyriver, have you ever seen cats fight?

[sol]

Harepaw flinched, shrinking back from her forward stance. Against her will, a thought flashed through her mind. Slatefoot could have waited until Grimykit had closed the distance between them more then tripped the cat with his paws. Either front or back would do. "Oh," she mewed aloud, as if confused she had such a thought. Her mother had had a sharp mind and keen eye, which was now showing itself in Harepaw. Whiskers twitching, the she-cat wondered why she would have such ridiculous ideas. Of course Slatefoot knew what he was doing! He was a warrior, and she was not.

[Thistle]

ooc| Skyriver, have you ever seen cats fight?
--x--
ooc: Yes, but not in the real world.

[Ten]

"Yes, but not in the real world."
--x

ooc| What do you mean? You've seen videos? You've seen animations?

[Thistle]

ooc| What do you mean? You've seen videos? You've seen animations?
--x--
ooc: Videos.

[Ten]

Grimykit fell on his back beneath his attacker. "Well I'z purdy young, so dat means yer corpse'll be here fer a while!" he retorted, returning to his spastic tactic of thumping Slatefoot's head with his forepaws and his belly with his back paws. This couldn't do much damage, but was not pleasant to endure, and would in theory prevent Slatefoot from bringing his fangs closer.

[Thistle]

"Well, guess what?" Slatefoot sneered. "If you're so young, then I can finish you off pretty quickly, don't you think so?"

The heavyset tom grunted as paws suddenly pummeled his underbelly. He reacted quickly, rearing up to back away from the attacks. Slatefoot fell back to his paws, feeling a bit battered. He quickly recovered though, and began to circle Grimykit.
Waiting for the chance to strike.

"Idiotic cricketbrain! You're just a heap of ratdung!" taunted the blue-grey cat, a defiant challenge gleaming in his eyes. "You're too scared to attack first, aren't you, kit!"