Redhawk Caldera this world is yours to take

Now Nightjar's mug floated over her and Wildfire flipped over onto her belly, remaining spread eagle but lifting her head to look at him. Her golden eyes watched as her brother slowly lowered his front half to the ground, his little rump swaying in the air. She watched his tail, mesmerized for a moment, then twitched at his loud yip. Nightjar turned and made a break for it, bobbing and weaving like a drunkard. But that's what kids were: tiny drunk adults.

With a yap of her own, Wildfire slowly pushed herself onto all fours. She wobbled something awful. Thoughtlessly, she began to pursue her litter mate, though she didn't get more than two and a half steps before her right foreleg gave way and she went tumbling ass over teakettle. She grunted in surprise and frustration, though the moment she finally fell still, she laughed and began the whole process over again.

This time, she managed to stay upright and even gain some momentum. However, instead of dashing after Nightjar and capturing his tail, as she wanted to do, she suddenly stumbled sideways, veering directly toward Fox and Raven and accidentally bowling straight into her younger sister.