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Slushie
She didn't like how he looked at her. Like... she was a bad cat. Sure, the other kits weren't her biggest fans but... they didn't think she was
evil. The anger and disgust in the scarred kit's eyes told Gingerkit that she was not Whisperkit's favorite denmate... thats for sure.
The russet furred cat honestly wasn't sure how to feel. Throughout her 6 moons of life, she has gotten whatever she wanted through intimidating those weaker than her. Sure, she was a smaller kit, but she knew what hurt other's feelings, what got them going, and what shut them up.
Did Whisperkit know the same things? No one had ever really stood up to her this way before. Sure they had thrown snarky comments back her way, but they were never like
this. Her breathing picked up slightly as she shrunk in on herself.
Where did all this confidence come from? Where did all this fight come from? He should be happy!
"If a fight is what you want, fine. I'll show you that I'm not one to be messed with! She threatened. It came out a lot weaker than she wanted it to. Her nerves caused it to come out shaky, like she was wobbling on three paws. Sliding her claws out, she glared at him the best she could.
I might be a little off my game, but I can still show him who's boss.