[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by spade

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At this point, Sweetsong had one goal in mind: EXTERMINATE.

Kestrelstar was at his mercy - something that didn't exist right now. He was angry, he was tired, and most importantly, he was out for the blood of the cat who caused all this pain and suffering.

The force of Kestrelstar kicking his underside made him gasp, winded, but he didn't budge from where he pinned the leader. (He almost wanted to jump up and crash all his weight down on this oversized ball of fat. See how he liked the air being knocked out of him.) Truly, Sweetsong's fault was trying to bite Kestrelstar's shoulder. Fangs sank into the side of his neck and he recoiled instinctively with a furious hiss, the sudden movement likely ripping out a chunk of Fish Meat in the process.

Pissed and missing a part of his neck, Sweetsong raised his claws and swiped them down at Kestrelstar's face as a SLAP.

(In the corner of his eye, he sees a gray shadow. It's familiar. It's a thief. He puts it aside for later.)