"Yup, no idea why you would attack me. Somebody needs to keep their kits under control,"“No, Smokeclan is my home. However awful they treat me! I’m not a kittypet either. I was found when I was a moon old, Smokeclan is the only place I’ve ever known.” She lunged at the tom, she knew he was strong. She felt her claws sink into his back and she hissed in satisfaction. She raked her hind claws over his back and felt blood well up. He wasn’t really injured just enough to show she wasn’t a weak cat. She leapt off and snarled, “Am I still weak now?!”
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Coldshard rolled his eyes and licked his wound. "Honey, I know you hate me, but please don't attack me, you honestly could get more hurt when I try to drag you off. Also, this could get infected, and then you'll have to carry me. When have I attacked you?"
He shook his head and sighed in disappointment at her, striding slowly. "So you're not a kitty pet. Big deal. Why would the clan accept you anyways?"