Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160304041040/@comment-27039035-20160304182045

"Fine, but when my paw here," he waved it in Thistletuft's face for exaggeration, "up and gets infected, and falls off, yer to blame. Hear me?" He snorted. "And I ain't just whistlin' Dixie. It'll happen. Ya'll see." He pouted again. "My plan went and failed. You were supposed to be she-cat, a nice, cute spring chicken. I put this thorn in my paw to talk with ya. (That's how all great love stories start.) Then we go and have a whole doggone litter of kittens. Nevah gonna happen, though, huh? 'Cause yer a boy."

"You can?" Ratclaw stammered, his jaw dropping open. "Oops, I'm sorry, I was just-" he trailed off, cheeks turning bright red. "Hi." He disentangled himself from the bush, blushing to high heaven because of the awful smell that always lingered in his fur. "W-What's your name?"

"Hey, I ain't givin' nobody any trouble!" Wheathawk protested, shooting her a playful wink, before he was suddenly tackled by Riverkit. He let out a string of curses, followed by a cheerful laugh, "okay, okay, I surrender!"

(That is so long. I'm sorry. :P )