Closed Thread [Closed] Sharing Tongues

Love me or hate me, that is the question.
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Like it or not, Moosestar was being stalked. It didn't take long in the day before Brindlekit was bored in the nursery, and since it was her apprentice moon, she figured her mother wouldn't mind if she did some stretching out in camp. It was such a nice day after all!

Her eyes locked on the stretchy shape lounging in camp, his brown fur basking in the heat of the sun. He seemed unaware, and the she-kit wanted to make practice with her stalking skills. Who better else to practice on then their leader? Grinning mischievously, Brindlekit fell into a clumsy hunters crouch, excitement rattling the tip of her tail as she got closer to her quarry.

Spotted or not, she'd wiggle and fly towards Moosestar, hoping to land a playful pounce.

It's okay to be a bit wild.

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Moosestar yawned a touch, stretching a bit, flinching when he felt paws against his back. He, at first, sharply glared at whatever dared touch him, but when he was it was Brindlekit, he relaxed. His face then twisted a bit into a mischievous grin. "Game on!" He said with playful voice. 

Rolling on his back, he raised his forepaws and aimed his lanky brown paws. He sweeped down, aiming to send a series of gentle bats toward the kit's face in a playful

Love me or hate me, that is the question.
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Immensely pleased she riles such a reaction, Brindlekit gave a kittish giggle. She was now a bit larger than your common kit, so when she landed, her weight slapped against him harmlessly, before she side stepped with a flurry of wild paw falls. Now that their leader was properly engaged, it seemed more of a fair play fight - and that wasn't in her advantage!

"O-Ok! You asked for it!" Adrenaline high, she narrowly avoided the first few paw swipes, but her balance caught her off guard and she toppled to the side, landing directly into a swipe where she fell back with an 'oof'. Yet through sheer determination, and fighting through any potential embarrassment, Brindlekit wriggled her rump and attempted again. This time, she tried to strafe away from his front half, and targeted his back end - or rather, his tail!

It's okay to be a bit wild.

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Brindlekit's happiness seemed to make the new leader glow. Happy kits, one of his favorite things! Kits were the future- and this one was about to be an apprentice, so he needed to get a good start. 

This little kitten fight was perfect. 

As Brindlekit was gently batted away, and toppled, he felt a pang of worry that he hurt the kit, but was brought to peace when Brindlekit shuffled back up to her little paws. Rolling back onto his side, facing the grown kit, the tom saw little Brindlekit wiggle and pounce again. Gently, his tail shot up and aimed to bat gently at the kit's nose to try and confuse

Love me or hate me, that is the question.
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Despite her lack of experience, she wasn't any less determined. Perhaps she'd even get to best her leader - and then she'd ask him who was going to mentor her. She hoped he knew, but her thoughts were distracted by her battel tactics, or less therof. The snake of Moosestar's tail coiled and sprung, batting her on the nose, but her mouth was waiting and snapped at it. Even a mouthful of fur would be better than nothing. Gently she tried to bite at it, but her enthusiasm was less controlled, and her little kitten fangs were bared.

"I can't wait 'til I'm an apprentice! I could do this kinda stuff all day!" She boasted as her tail lashed eagerly. Shaking her head at the tickle upon her snout, she tried to sidestep around the long, stretchy tom, looking for any opportunity in which he could be distracted. She was looking for an opening, and when she believed she found one, she leaped again at a different angle.

You know where you are? You're in the jungle, baby

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Moosestar yelped a bit in surprise when his tail was bitten a bit more then what he signed up for! He could feel the little kitten teeth poking the flesh just slightly beneath the fur. It didn't draw blood, no no, but it sure didn't feel good. However, he did feel better when the kitten finally let go of his tail, which wriggled and contorted to get the pain out of it. This kit packed a punch! Well, at least for no training. 

"Ha, I know you're excited, kit. But you won't even start with fighting! I suggest you watch and see before you begin to chew."

He said with a chuckle as Brindlekit began to circle him. He was trained to watch his opponent carefully, but he wanted to give the kit a bit of hope. He decided to look away for a second, towards his forepaws. Not long after, he felt paws on his flank. Moving his side in a way that looked like he had jumped in surprise, he raised his paws and aimed for a sure-fire, but gentle bat at the kit's shoulder area, just to, at least, destabilize the kit, or, at most, gently knock her over.