the clowns are honking agressively

Though no formal fighting lessons had yet taken place and probably wouldn't for a while longer, Kaizen was already out there swinging whatever stick he could get his jaws on around. Swishing it back and forth, a very unthreatening growl rumbling in his throat as he struggled to maintain his balance. He was very ungainly, a bit skinny in the way many kids went through a string bean phase. His Dad was all muscle and Kaizen certainly was not, not yet at least. Maybe in time, maybe not.

He spun, his long bamboo stick thunked right into a nearby stalk and the force of impact made his teeth ache, enough that he dropped his makeshift weapon in alarm, tail flicking high in a show of alarm and offence. It was totally his fault, he hadn't really been watching his surroundings enough to realise the stick was long enough to knock into his surroundings, but still!