Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160304041040/@comment-27039035-20160304184136

He yowled in mock-anguish, nursing his poor, bruised tail with motherly affection. "Ow!" Without warning, he suddenly pounced on Riverkit and sent them both tumbling across the camp, causing numerous gasps and shrieks of surprise from people who had to jump out of the way, or risk getting run over by their giant ball of flying fur. Finally, the landed at the bottom of a ravine, Wheathawk pinning down the kit with a paw to his throat, leaning in close so Riverkit could hear when he whispered, "any last words?"