Yellow eyes stare indignantly at Drowsykit. "I've never seen one either," she protests. The smoke-hued kitten's motivations are piss-poor too, but Cherrykit wouldn't have come up with anything better. In fact, being the opposition, boring and evil, is enough of a reason to want to abandon the role. Once again though, Drowsykit holds the high ground: if she got too bored she'd probably fall asleep, and no amount of yelling or stomping around would wake her.
The other girl scrambles away from her lunge, and Cherrykit bungles her landing. Pinprick claws flash out, righting herself upon the plush of clover they'd started their game in, as though steadying her grip on a tree. Oops, I'm not supposed to use my— Teeth on her hind leg; she thrashes it instinctively, and: "OW!"
The calico leaps away as though lightning brewed beneath her paws. Lemon acrid hues instantly blame Drowsykit. "You bit me!" she whines, ignoring the fact that being bitten might be an integral part of being a dog fighting a cat. She draws a chihuahua-shivering leg closer for a quick examination, leaning back into a hunched, resentful sit. Nothing but her glossy white fur coats her leg, maybe a bit ruffled and pink underneath from where she'd whipped it around like a trapped snake, but Drowsykit still receives a spiteful, "You weren't supposed to do it that hard." Still cradling her pretty much uninjured leg, she adds for good measure, "Dog-face."
A shrill voice makes her ears press even further against her skull; Cherrykit whips around to the greetings of a slightly smaller blue tabby. Mottledove's kits haven't been fun for most of her life, and they sure as StarClan in the sky aren't now. "No." Cherrykit would aim a light smack or two at the tomkit's face if he were close enough. "Go away," she hisses. Couldn't he read the den? Maybe if he wasn't so annoying, or in her face, or a stinky drooling little weirdo, he wouldn't have forced her to slap him.
She's too caught up in her bristles to notice Sweetybee or Silversmoke till Auburnflame addresses the kittens. Cherrykit turns her sullen glare on him, something her cheery cousin probably hasn't seen before because of his (generally) kit-friendly demeanor. "No," she grumpily answers, tucking her bushed tail around her "injured" limb. She adores Auburnflame, but: "Can't you see I'm hurt?" The calico scoots away from him, like a little stormcloud inching away from the sun. It's all Drowsykit's fault she isn't in the mood for a badger ride.
ooc: rolled a 1 in the discord! drowsy lightly grabbed her leg and cherry shook it around, hurting herself on drowsy's teeth. she got like the most minor scrape possible. also sorry aspenkit </3
