A crowd has gathered around their little sparring session, and Sedgepaw preens at all the attention—though the warriors primarily busy themselves with commenting on Lambcurl's odd taste for grub, which...is a bit of a wonder, isn't it? Still, Sedgepaw grins as he continues to rebuff Petalpaw's attempted attacks, eager to just be a part of the crowd. He's not the brawniest fighter, but he has a size advantage over Petalpaw. He would be easy to pin. But Sedge continues to dodge and sprinkle in light whacks with his claw-sheathed paws for the time being. It's a game, more than a real spar.
Yet for all his enthusiasm about combat, Sedgepaw is still, at his core, somewhat distractible. So when Snakepaw shows his smug face on the sidelines, Sedge can't help but to rib him. "Why?" he calls, turning to grin at Snakepaw. "'Cause you think Petalpaw'll finally take a laugh at your ugly mug?" The momentary glance is long enough to distract him—and with surprising agility, Petalpaw leaps and latches himself on Sedgepaw's side.
Sedgepaw jolts. "Ow!" he hisses, surprised, and instinctively attempts to fling Petalpaw to the ground with a good amount of force.
But once the shock of the moment fades away, Sedgepaw is once again rooted in reality and—whether he disengaged with force or by choice—is left staring at Petalpaw with a strange feeling of guilt crawling up his throat for having treated him so roughly.
So Sedgepaw does what any sensible cat would do. He yowls. "Gah! Nooooo! How could this have happened? Bested in my own home—ack!—by my own clanmate." Dramatically, Sedgepaw presses a paw to his chest like a shocked woman clutching her pearls, and crumples to the floor. The wound on his side doesn't hurt so much now that a moment's passed. It's probably not a wound at all; just a scratch and a tuft of lost fur. "I don't—ooough—think I'll make it. Tell Snakepaw that he's—blegh—annoying. Goodbyeee..."
With that, Sedge closes his eyes, splayed theatrically in the grass. After a moment of playing dead, though, he seems to think better of it, and peeks open an eye to cautiously add, "'M not actually gonna eat a worm though."