While Twistingkit was not able to hear what the queen said, he glowered in her direction. The kit was very close to spitting more venom until Flywhateverherstupidnameis spoke up about sparing. Now that seemed worth his while and interesting.
'As long as you don't hurt your denmate...'
Ha, she's funny. If he did happen to let his never ending anger out on something...well then they should have known better and he'll make it look like an 'accident'.
Dwelling on the thought for a few more heartbeats the twisted tom stretched and got up from his moss bedding. "Very well, how do we 'spar?' ". The crabby brown tabby never had friends (nor the desire to) so he did not participate or know about the fun games the feather-brained kits played.


@Rainquail