That eared a snort
"What kinda cat would I be if I couldnt take a little bit of mess or water? I aint no prissy kittypet. What are you worried a little bit of mud on your paws like some kinda water afraid windclan cat?" Snakepaw slowley rose from his position tail lashing playfully behind him as he inched down into a sort of crouch. He hadnt played in moons not with anyone in any manner and it was gratifying to be reminded that he actually knew how. And so it was with a creeping grin that exposed his fangs that Snakepaw reached out a paw to poke Cricketpaw fully expecting that the movement to kick off a chase of some sort. He at least had the advantage with long legs and body where she (supposedly) knew the area. You know what, the tom had decided, Cricketpaw was being tackled into a mud puddle for her comments and for confusing him with the whole real/not real weirdness. It was the least she deserved for sending him on a maybe goosechase herb hunt when he woke up.
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