Looking for Some Lizards

[Gosh]

Bronzefoot couldn't help it. "Well let's see, what do we have here? Two kits play - fighting. How nice." He chuckled and added, a bit more seriously, "No offense, of course." He found such fights quite entertaining, but he had no desire to be in one - although he reckoned that it wouldn't be hard for him to win, or at least get away.

[Ten]

Muzzle bleeding, Grimykit lunged at Branchkit with unsheathed claws. You couldn't expect to draw blood and then just walk away. "Funny, I ain't feelin' 'so dead'!" he yowled before his fangs sought flesh.

[duckyaisha]

"Stop!" Rainstripe screeched, her tail flicking in agitation. "Just-just stop your fighting right now!" she yelled, her striped fur bristling, but in anger rather than fear. She looked at Bronzefoot. "How can you laugh at a time like this?" she gasped, panicking.

[Thistle]

Whirling around to face Bronzefoot, the tabby spat, "Mind your own business, will you?"
She couldn't say anything else after that; jaws snapped and sharp teeth connected with her brown fur. The wounded feline jerked away, ripping herself away from the tom's grip. The marks didn't hurt too much, but it was enough to get her riled up again and seek revenge. Growling, she darted forward, bent her head, and tried nipping his hind leg as hard as she could, oblivious of Rainstripe's cries.
However, as the shrieks grew more continuous, Branchkit finally looked at the agitated she-cat, who looked on the verge of hysteria.

"What is it?" she asked irritably, her muscles still taut in case Grimykit launched another attack. "He started it."

[duckyaisha]

"Stop, stop! You two shouldn't be fighting! He may be annoying you, but that's no reason for you to attack each other. This is why a Clan is a bad idea. Two cats that didn't like each other would be in the same Clan, and would have to be close to each other all the time. That would simply lead to more of this!" she shrieked, breathing heavily.

[Gosh]

"Cool it, would you?" Bronzefoot meowed a little rudely. "Calm down. You don't want to be panicking when someone is attacking you." After a moment, he added, "You're right, though. Cats who antagonize a bunch of other cats shouldn't be living right next to those other cats. But it wouldn't be fair for a Clan to not let those cats be in their Clan."

[Ten]

"An' I'll finish it, too!" Grimykit quipped in response. At her attack, the brown tom flipped onto his back and thumped her face with his back paws. He remained oblivious to the conversation.

[Thistle]

A small yelp of pain escaped from her throat as Grimykit's hind paws battered her face. The brown cat swiveled her head around to avoid the tom's attacks, retreating swiftly. She licked the scratches on her face and snarled at him.
"You can't beat me," she hissed, lowering herself to the ground and circling him. Then, in a small cloud of dust, Branchkit dove toward him and slashed her claws on his ears.

[Ten]

ooc| "dove for his belly. Once underneath him," -- o.o? He's on his back.

[Thistle]

ooc;;
Eh, sorreh. -goes to modify-