Releasing Stagleech's tail with a huff as he started in about ground rules for fighting, which she had been fairly sure were just no death and no maiming, Deadpaw sat down, her own tail around her rump. His tail was sacred? What kind of lunacy was that? Giving a small chuckle, she muttered
Sacred? Really? before paying a bit more attention since the next bit sounded a bit more sensible. It made sense tails were tender, and it did make sense that cats would hide it. As he flopped onto his back, she looked at him rather curiously before tensing up, leaping into the air and aiming directly for his belly. She was coming in from above, with no control whatsoever. Because it was his belly. It wasn't POINTY! @
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