5 Pounds of Possum in my Headlights Tonight

It was difficult keeping track of where all of her sisters, and brother, had gotten off to. Everyone was just so busy and unless she sought them out herself Ophie often felt like they didn't have time for her. Maybe they didn't think she was as fun as the rest. She galloped along, eager to find someone-anyone- and was soon met by the sight of Gos who looked very big and poofy, her fur standing all on end. Ophie broke out into a big toothy grin as she rushed to her side and slapped her paws down, mimicking her posture and floof levels like a miniature  shadow. And then, only then, did she notice the ugly rat thingy that laid ahead. No doubt the subject of Gos' stink eye and ire.

"Uhhh was'that?!" Her words rushed out in a hurried stream, all excitement and tomboyish enthusiasm, and before her sister could even respond she acted out on impulse and launched herself forward in attack mode. Get 'em!

Her kitty claws unsheathed themselves as she went to whap it across the nose. Was Gos proud of her? Did she think that Ophie was fast and strong? She really really really really really really really really hoped so.