Winterkit glared at Blazingkit, and bounced onto the tips of his three available toes, though Blazingkit was still almost twice his size. He swayed dangerously before stumbling, and just barely landing with his paws sprawled.
With a grunt, he jumped back up.
“
What’s good for me!? You think you, a fat and lazy lump of fur who has fun being mean to others has any right to tell me what is good for me! Man- Sparrowflight ought to just exile you before you become an apprentice, to save the clan.”
He curled his lip, though shrank back into his fur, preparing to be scolded once more.
Tears burned in his eyes, though he just barely held them.
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Dirtfur