[BEAR.]

Lionstorm snarled angrily at the kit as he wiggled away, contemplating unsheathing his claws and leaving some scars the kit could remember him by. "What," he mocked him. "Are you going to cry now? Can't handle being roughed up? I'm surprised all that weight didn't absorb the blows." He took a step toward him, eyes narrowing as his gaze drifted over his smaller body. "Are you hurt, kit?" They didn't have a medicine cat, so the kit needed to toughen up if he was going to complain about how he got stomped on. Lionstorm would do far worse to him if he survived to apprenticeship.

@Dipper