Murder Mittens

If Spark's head didn't bruise she'd be very surprised, the fight was still ongoing and Spark struggled to shake her rattling off, wobbling on her paws for a few seconds before she managed to shake off the worst of the blow. The bear and the cat were facing each other down, and Spark took a step forwards, the bear hardly reacting to her movement though she saw its eyes flickering towards her for a brief second and Spark was definitely aware of where exactly she stood in the creature's threat management, definitely lower than the cat at least. Finally, it seemed to decide it wasn't worth keeping up the fight, grabbed the carcass, and fled. The adrenaline fled Spark and she wobbled again and she sat down heavily suddenly, feeling the throbbing starting up in her head.

She allowed herself to collapse onto her haunches, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The cat approached and her paws tapped out her uncertainty and surprise to hear her speaking so clearly. "I have faced worth, nothing rest will not heal." Her voice was flat and though she turned her attention towards the cat her face remained blank, only her paws spoke of the emotions she did not outwardly show, the signs reading: Placating, serious, to anyone who was familiar with the signs of the Ademre.

"Spark"