[Mistletoe]

Originally Posted by Ritsuka

Harespring blinked, noticing someone approach him, and raised an eyebrow. He was meant to be hunting with... Mallardstep, was it? And that question... Was it... Really not obvious? He'd believe that for his eye, but not for his leg.

"Um, in case the many scars don't help explain, I can't exactly use my leg well," the dark brown tabby tom explained, blinking quickly. "I can't really use it, but I am perfectly capable of hunting, fighting, and whatnot."

~Mallardstep~

Mallardstep squinted at his leg. Oh right I see it now. He hadn’t noticed for a distance. Maybe he was getting old. He wasn’t sure if a cat with a gimpy leg could hunt or fight. He was certainly doubtful. He twitched his ear in disbelief.

“Really? Are you sure about that?” He volume was calm, but his tone was blunt and rude. He didn’t want to go out with a liability. That would cause more work for him. Plus he wasn’t all that great of a fighter himself. If something decided to attack that could be troublesome.