𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙎𝙈𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙉 || 𝘼 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙍 𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙀

Part 1: Bully

     Dawnkit runs ahead of me and claws herself up onto the rock, leaving some scratches and a scraped pad that looked a bit painful. "Dawnkit, be careful; your paw could get hurt!"
     Dawnkit rolls her eyes. "Please! I'm the leader of this Clan and you can't tell me what to do." She puffs her chest out and Coyotekit giggles a little. Some conversation in the distance catches my attention and I head away from my siblings.
     "Hey, Wormkit. What are you doing by the apprentice den? Hoping you'll catch a cold?" A large, ticked she-cat grins down at a cowering tabby kit.
     "What's wrong? Rat got your tongue? Or is your brain too full of flies to think of what to say?" she continues, tapping the kit's head with a toe.
     I unsheathe my claws unintentionally, angry at this cat for being rude. I walk up to the kit's side. "Hey! What are you doing?"
     I announce to the bully, who turns to me with mild interest before her grin widens. "Well, what do we have here? A little troublemaker? Are you one of those kits of that flea-bitten rogue? Can't wait to see how you'll react~ How about I call you Maggotkit, instead?"
     I growl at her, though it doesn't do much more than a slight noise.
     "What's wrong? Going to run to your daddy? Or is he too much of a flea-bitten rogue, off cowering to help?" She smiles, flicking my nose with a claw. I snort, resisting the urge to bite her, and retort.
     "I... Don't see... Your daddy... Around here..." I snarl. My voice is soft, yet effective.