[Gusty]

"Insane?" Mintpaw wondered aloud, flicking his tail from side to side. His voice held a playful tone. "Hey, I'm no insane kitty. But if you'd like to label your apprentice that, sure, go ahead." The tom's head cocked to the side in a sleek way.
Even though the sun was still low in the sky, casting a dull shadow on the sandy ground, Mintpaw was wide awake. His whole body was already perked with energy. He still didn't lose the abundance of adrenaline from kithood, and he most likely never will.
"Anyways. Fighting it is." He unsheathed his claws for a second, but then rethought it; drawing them back in. "Should we just... lunge at each other and do a practice fight? Or learn some strategies first?" His paws twitched, hinting the anticipation that shivered through the feline's body.