Ratwhorl bristled playfully at his brother. "
Pretty sure any ol' fleabag tom from ShadowClan would look better than you do, you look like somebody dragged you through thistles by the scruff." The new warrior made no effort to move away from his brother though, frankly he didn't find it worth it. "
Oh I'd just love to exchange fleas with you, brother. Come take some of mine. I have plenty to go around." When he licked his cheek, he swatted at him gently, with his claws sheathed of course. Possumtoes was the only cat he didn't mind playing with in such a fashion, as he usually was quite pathetic at fighting. It was a feat that he even managed to succeed in his assessment before earning his name. He was not particularly impressive in any skills, frankly. Unless laying around in the sun is a skill. @
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