WATOOSH

Tachi knew that there were a lot of warriors in the clan. That fighting was fun and important, something he ought to learn. Sure, he could ask an adult to give him some tips and lessons, but where was the fun in that? Why get beaten up by a tutor when he could spend his time chewing on his siblings? Or at least that's how he saw it, for now. Stomping onto the tatami mats, he strutted around in a circle as he put together a game plan. Should he punch first and then bite? Or bite then punch? Ohhh what if he pretended to trip and then went in for an attack? He would have rubbed his front paws together, all dastardly, if he could.

Clearing his throat with a lout AHEM, he was quick to break the tranquillity of the maze with a squealing puppy summons for one of his siblings. Maybe more, if they felt like dog piling him.