((Me! Me! Me!))
Mistpaw dropped down on all fours, slightly awkwardly, into the hunter's crouch. She scented the air and picked up the smell of tick. Hissing, she flicked her ears around, trying to pick out where it was. No need. It came walking sillily, jabbering loudly. ((The opening walk from this c:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhmKJ6mIV1M&feature=fvst)) Upon seeing her, it started levitating and drew in a big breath. Rolling it's eyes back into it's head, it belted out "IMMA FIREIN MA LAZERRRR!!!!!!"
Mistpaw had known what was coming, and dodged out of the way. Only her foot was damaged. Taking a quick check, she guessed the burns were only 1st degree. She limped behind a tree and quickly put on her 'Gloves of Razor Sharp Wit'. Taking a big breath and mentally putting on her big girl panties, she charged and slashed the tick. It deflated, making that annoying noise that balloons make.
Once the tick was nothing but a shell, she sat down and held her foot examining it. It seemed to indeed be only 1st degree, but it hurt.