[pomegranate]

(Sorry, been writing a story where Quinoa is a kit. Currently, in this RP, she is a young warrior age. Sorry for the mistake)
Quinoa watched as the tom puffed out his chest. How dare he insult her!
“In fact,” she hissed, stalking closer as menacingly as she could. “I just left my owners. They had held me prisoner,” She drew closer. “And even though I don’t want this territory, I could certainly beat you for it!” She drew out her claws, letting them pick into the soft ground. She narrowed her pale yellow eyes. He was big, an enemy, for sure. But she could beat him, she was sure of that. His blue eyes were narrowed too.