i dare not go, for if i do, my mother will say...

Worc called out and Tarnish looked to see a yearling headed his way. Yes, yes! He was going to get his first raid fight. His fur stood on end, hackles raised as his shoulders rolled forward, neck scrunching back. His ears pinned, tail tucked as he pivoted to face his opponent. They collided, the other boys chest slamming into his but he allowed it to happen, even wanted it to happen. His claws where unsheathed and sought to dig into the other boy's shoulders as he let himself fall. At the same time he pulled in his hind legs and kicked out at his opponents soft underbelly, claws ready to shred and render flesh, like a feral tom cat in a vicious fight. The growl did not phase him, if anything it only excited him. He would do his father proud this day!


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