Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27038405-20160209195710/@comment-27172956-20160211044144

Kill me now, Ambrosia thought. Or even better, kill this kit.

"If she's been kidnapped, good for her. The demands depend on the captors. If there's a battle, we will probably win. You're a kit you can't fight. If we lose, than it sucks to be us."

It wasn't a very proper way to answer. Letting her dialect slip up gave way to Ambrosia's age. Most she-cats around her age have their heads in a dream. They would be focuse on getting a mate, Ambrosia was focused on getting the throne.