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Originally Posted by Dolomedes
Rosekit noticed the kit from afar and didn’t care too much to pay much attention to them at first. Then she noticed them tumble, only to get back up as though it were nothing. Hm. They seemed to be fine getting touched up a bit, so maybe a spar wouldn’t be too bad. Spar, that was the word for practice fighting, she’s heard it used by apprentices and their mentors. The feline approached the other kit, “Pardon my interruption, but I was wondering if you would like to spar with me?”
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"I'm Not A Bad Dog,"
FLAMEKIT
THE REVIVED
"I Don't Know Why I Bite."
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His Paws Reached As High As The Could With Some Leaping Help
From A Rock, And One Of His Claws Snagged The Butterfly's Wing.
He Was Startled By A Voice As He Landed Back Down, But Was Quick
To Start Beeming At Rosekit's Ask.
"Yeah! A Spar's Like A Serious Playfight, Right? If That's What It Is,
Im Great At That! The Name's Flamekit, What's Your Name?"
He Picks Up His Butterfly, And Set It Aside. It Wasn't Flying Anywhere
With That Torn Wing, So He'd Come Back For It After This "Spar" Thing.
He Giggled, Standing A Couple Tail-Lengths Away, Good Charging
Distance, He Wiggled His Hindquartars In Exitement.