Redhawk Caldera Hands off, no trash talk, no back walk

He was not inclined to be still. He wormed while he fed, his paws kneading and flicking out and kicking for no reason, he wriggled while he was awake but resting, and he squirmed and rolled while he slept. Normally, his paws met with something warm and squishy, and he would press his pads against it. But this time, his paw met with something warm still, but also wet. Code name Troublepaws drew his paw back instantly, surprised by this new sensation. He had felt it on his head and back, sure, but against the his foot it felt decidedly different. Some combination of boldness and curiosity caused his foot to jut back out, as if seeking this weird thing again, but it was not there.

His attention span was limited, and he soon turned back to suckling. He was pretty much already full but that was not about to stop him.