[Fawn]

"No, I'm..." Fawnkit started and peered down at himself, the blaze of white fur coating his chest. "I think I'm okay." Lionstorm's attempts at hurting him had been semi-successful, likely leaving a few bruises from how he ached in select spots, but it wasn't anything more serious than what he might get playing moss ball with a kit bigger than him. Straightening up and glad to feel an absence of pain, Fawnkit returned the step with one of his own, uncertain if Lionstorm would attempt to attack him again but this time ready for the onslaught of trampling. Tentatively, under his breath, he meowed, "Maybe, uh-- you might have too much confidence in your ability to actually hurt me.." but didn't know if he would hear that, now sort of hoping it slipped passed his ears.

@BILL.