[monfang]

Originally Posted by otterchild

Weaselpaw snarled at the small beetle on the ground. "I'll get you. You little piece of foxdung get out of my way." he hissed at the insect and looked around to make sure no one had heard him hissing at the beetle , that would be embarrassing. Weaselpaw cared what people thought of him. With a swipe of his small creamy brown paw , he sliced the beetle and watched its blood drip on the ground , imagining he was in battle and he had just killed a warrior from another Clan. He felt triumphant for a minute , then he felt bored again. Twitching his whiskers , he parted his jaws for prey scent. Nothing. Seeing a bunch of apprentices younger than him , Weaselpaw decided to go show them some of his great fighting moves. The tom , in fact , loved to show-off which wasn't popular among peers.

Frostpaw sat in the corner, grooming her fur. Noticing Weaselpaw, she giggled softly and stood up, padding to him. "Wow, wonderful kill." she mocked, smiling softly.