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Originally Posted by Slatepaw
Wildfang nearly slammed into his haunches as he skid to a halt, but after a quick realization that he'd stopped, the raging she-cat leapt onto his back growling, "You stupid mouse-brain..." She hissed, dragging him into the dirt as she stood on top of him, sneering angrily, "You're going to make me the most luscious, sweet-smelling nest you've ever seen. " As she stood on him, her back claws pocked at his fleck, not breaking in but definitely causing some discomfort. Though his was terrible, one could only imagine what she would do to him if she found out about his fear of kits...
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Squirrelear
The tom huffed a little as he was knocked over, but didn't really flinch at impact. In fact, his face barely moved but to wince as her back claws dug into his fur. His Squirrelear's eyes were locked onto the, what seemed like millions to him, kits running, playing, chatting, and just being young felines around the clearing. They weren't doing anything wrong persay, he was just terrified of them. He struggled to get away, not really paying attention to the fact there was a cat on top of him. A few words escaped his lips, barely audible to anyone but Wildfang. "Small... Too much fluff... Kits.... Backk...."His tail lashed wildly in the dirt, maybe even more furiously than the she-cat's stub had earlier. The previously snarky warrior had become nothing but a ball of shivering, wildly struggling fluff.