Weaselkit got to his paws with a hiss. "Didn't have to go and attack me like some crazy fox," he muttered before stalking off to play with his littermates.
Robinthroat stopped laughing and looked down at Razor. "Why? You don't like the feeling of being below me?" She smirked smugly. "Or maybe you're just scared of heights and you get dizzy looking at-" The branch cracked again. "...me?" It snapped under her weight and she shrieked in terror as she plummeted downward.
Woodkit giggled and threw the pebble back to her, this time harder than before. "I's like mossball, but with a pebble! Pebbleball!"









