Two fluffs made of trouble

Sweet dreams of running through sunny fields and cool streams and shady forests played behind Satira's eyelids as she slept, her little paws giving the occasional twitch or kick while she ran through her fantasies in worlds described to her by her mother. A bright sun shone overhead and a gentle breeze rippled through her tri-toned fur. Songbirds sang somewhere overhead and she could hear gulls crying closer to the sea. Everything was beautiful and peaceful and perfect.

Then all of the peace was disturbed as the world literally vanished in a flash of color when a sudden weight landed on top of her, ripping the little girl from her tranquil slumber with a squealing scream as she immediately launched into fight or flight mode. Her instincts chose fight, and Satira began to squirm and struggle against the weight holding her down from behind with little paws wrapped around her neck. She felt sharp needle-like teeth chewing at her flopping ears and knew instantly who the aggressor was. "Arcturus!" she wailed, frustration and grogginess heavy in her sweet voice. Her tiny paws swung wildly to try and connect with him, but being behind her, all she did was turn into a flailing ball of fluff sputtering angry puppy sounds at her irritating pest of a brother.

He eventually let her go after much wriggling and squirming, but by then he'd had his fun. Growling in the least threatening manner possible, Tira took a swipe at Arc's rump with her tiny feline-like claws, then tried in vain to smooth her floofed up and messy fur and sleepily stumbled back over to where their mother was still asleep. She snuggled in close to Asla's side while Arcturus made a nuisance of himself, resting her head into mom's soft fur and warmth while she tried to go back to sleep. "Mama, can we kick Arc out of the den and go back to sleep please?" she grumbled as she curled up into a little donut ball of silky puppy fluff, her pale blue eyes hiding away behind her eyelids once more.

"Satira Fatalis"