I had it first," Nightpaw protested. She usually would have given it to him, but, for some reason, she had been in a foul mood all day and had a short temper. She reluctantly let go of the vole, however, and glared at the tom. She stuck out a paw in front of Onyxkit.
"Leave it be," she muttered.
"If he's so desperate that he needs to fight to get what he wants instead of hunting for it, then let him. I can eat something else." @
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