The world isn't ready

Tiny hindquarters wiggled to and fro while he eyes the stranger from a short distance, sizing him up and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His focus was soon shattered when his brothers came on the scene, tri-colored eyes flicking to the side so her could look at them and huff, "Wuz'it look like 'am doin?" he fired in response, cover likely broken, but he was a bit too young and foolish to know that one didn't talk while stalking after potential enemies.

Sinking back down into his crouch, Amos wasted no time in hurling himself at his target as soon as the man was close enough to at least seem like he was in reach, hoping he'd hit his mark but it likely wouldn't have surprised any onlookers if he was wildly off his mark with the way he scrambled before takeoff.