Open hearts seek open minds...(white)

[Whitejaw]

give me time and give me space

Whitekit couldn't help but blush a little when he saw that Flurrykit smirked at his failed attempt at making his voice a little less squeaky, although he managed to hide it behind his dark fur. Yet, he got his 'revenge' -if you will- by letting out a small snicker at 'Flurrystar's' failed attempt at a sharp edge voice.

The young black tom tried his best to act scared at Flurrykit's threatening hiss, wanting to make her feel good and also wanting to make Treeclan look weak. He made a small 'ack' noise when the calico somehow managed to flip him over and bat at his exposed underbelly. It actually tickled a lot and he ended up letting out a small giggle before putting his threatening voice on to reply to Flurrykit's words.

"I'll never leave!" He growled playfully, "Treeclan will be victorious!"

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[Flurrypaw]

I swear this whole fight has thus far been hilarious failures, tickling attacks, and attempts not to laugh or pout. As I somehow manage to pin him down, I swear I'm almost as surprised as he is. I refrain from purring or grinning at my temporary success by some strong force of will, and instead pummel him some more before bouncing off to let him flee or attack.

"Yout have no cats to back you up." I inform him matter'o'factly, waving my tail in a gesture toward my imaginary warriors, ready to claw his hide. "Fight at your own risk."

[Whitejaw]

give me time and give me space

Whitekit smiled a little when Flurrykit jumped off of him. Being pinned on his back for a while was starting to hurt his spine a little, so he was thankful when he could roll onto his front and stand. "Fight at my own risk?" Whitekit asked rhetorically, trying to be threatening yet also look a little weak as that's how he imagined Treeclan warriors. "You and your warriors are far from a risk!" He laughed, running forwards, trying to knock 'Flurrystar' to the ground/

aeron at thq

[Flurrypaw]

From my portrayal of his acting, Treeclan squirrel cats appear to be weak, and very full of themselves. I almost purr in amusement, but manage a snicker instead, which could easily be played off as 'Flurrystar' thinking him a fool. I sway my tail slightly, circling him with a fake snarl. "You think too highly of your strength, Whitefang." Of course that's only how I imagine I said it, I probably mucked up and fumbled at least once with each big sentence I try to use. But not too terrible, at least.

I'm however taken a little off guard as he suddenly runs forward with a laugh and tackles me to the ground. I tumble onto the sand, and curve my spine, trying to shove him off with a kick of my hind legs. It's taking almost as much effort not to purr or giggle, or even grin at that. Instead, I keep trying to look tough, and offer an attempt at a threatening hiss, which I'm getting better at.

[Whitejaw]

give me time and give me space

Whitekit growled playfully a little, it probably wasn't too threatening or scary bur that was probably more to due with his age. He was confident that he would be one of Rockclan's best fighters when he was older.

Whitekit laughed as he tackled Flurrykit to the ground, however, he was pretty surprised when the smaller kit actually managed to kick him off. He landed on the floor and rolled over a little bit, still in minor shock. He looked up at 'Flurrystar' and gave her a slightly threatening hiss back.

aeron at thq

[Flurrypaw]

Okay. I can't help it. I laugh in delight as I somehow manage to shove my older, and not to mention bigger, brother off me. He lands with a thump in the dirt, And at his playfully threatening hiss, I giggle, giving up on acting tough, and instead fight as any other kitten would play fight. I race forward and lunge at him, giggling gleefully as I aim to pin him to the sand. Gentally but firmly of course. I give him a gleeful grin, before falling back into character and hissing. "You'll be lucky if you keep your fur, Whitefang." I say in a playful snarl, but my eyes show my fun-loving delight that this game was going so well.

[Whitejaw]

give me time and give me space

Whitekit squeaked when he was pinned by Flurrykit. At first he was trying to act weak- realism and all- but now it was getting humiliating.

The young tom offered a small smile when Flurrykiy gave him a playful grin, however, he was still a little embarrassed that he was being beaten by the other it. "Oh please," He said in a sarcastic way has he began to wriggle violently, trying to escape.

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[Flurrypaw]

I narrow my eyes at him, trying to look angry or aggressive. He just responds by wriggling like a leaf in the wind. I try to pin him down harder, but he manages to shake me off. I stumble backwards, but wouldn't have enough time to pin him down again. And so I start to circle him again, tail swishing slowly and golden eye ever watching. I quite like playing with Mousey. With all my family really. It's kind of irritating that me and Haze are the only girls to our three brothers, but it's not bad and I love all of my family. I offer a hiss, but don't dignify 'Whitefang' with any form of verbally uttered response. Instead I swish my tail and fall back on the defensive. I try not to grin, but it's okay because my glittering eyes grin for me.

[Whitejaw]

give me time and give me space

Whitekit smiled when he managed to shake Flurrykit off, standing up as quick as he could. He lashed his black tail playfully and hissed bck at the calico she-cat, the fur on his spine lifting a little, although he wasn't actually angry.

He pounced forwards towards Flurrykit in an attempt to knock her over again. He couldn't help but think this was actually a good battle for two kits.

-My posts are getting short, I'm sorry.-

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[Flurrypaw]

(Lol, when they probs actually look like this)

He looked happy and angry at the same time, with his smile versus his hiss and prickling fur. To my eyes, the effect is rather funny. I try not to laugh, and instead wonder how he did it. Raise his fur like that when he's happy instead of angry or scared. I tilt my head to one side and blink slowly in concentration, then force my fur to lift along my spine, making me look twice my size. I nod to myself with the slightest bit of pride, before hissing back and stalking in another circling before stilling. I stop just as he comes at me, and dives to knock me down, or perhaps land on me? I'm not really sure, but I slither out of his reach just in time, and aim for his haunches before he can recover from his missed charge. Or at least, before I presume he could recover. He seems to have adequate reaction time from my perspective. But hey, maybe I do too.