Who you (Open)

Softpaw stood silently, watching the other clan cats as they prepared nests for themselves. It had been another long day of travel that had brought with it a familiar fatigue so common nowadays, but it seemed that everyone else had enough energy in reserve to go about and chat amongst themselves. Fools.

Imagine needing a nest to sleep comfortably! All she needed was a good meal, it didn't matter where she slept as long as she wasn't hungry. Speaking of hunger, Softpaw could feel her stomach eating itself. Leaving her tiny circle of protection the young molly began padding around, looking for anything that resembled a decent meal.

The first smack had received a growl from the molly, but that was only because she had assumed it to be an accident. Claws sliced along her side followed by the spouting off of an obnoxious... Kit? Softpaw had no clue how to react to the tiny cat laughing at her, that taunting smile stuck on his face. That was universal, even Softpaw could understand what this cat was getting at.

Shock had kept Softpaw from biting straight into the kit's head. That, and she didn't want to be a kit killer, but that didn't mean she wouldn't hit a kit. "You think it's funny, fox breath?" No, he wouldn't understand what she was saying. If Softpaw wanted him to understand her, she needed to use a universal language. Softpaw leapt toward the kit as he turned from her, swiping at him with a powerful strike to the kit's flank. It took all of her self-control not to unsheathe her claws and show the kit what an apprentice was capable of, but even this would be enough. "Try to touch me again and you'll regret it!" She hissed.