Silvertip Mountain Super shade throw down

Anita took Ezekiel's splash as an invitation to splash back, which was certainly not what he meant. How was that for a splash? She asked after spitting moss into his face. He quickly ducked his head back under the water to wash the nasty green from his generally clean pelt. Once satisfied he came back up to the surface, watching Anita swim away as if to chase him. He snarled angrily at her, he didn't want to play anymore, this was getting frustrating. He turned and climbed out of the water, tail held high and sat on the rock he previously sat on.

Don't ever spit miss in my face again. He growled forcefully, shaking out his pelt, water spraying everywhere. The fact that his fur puffed up like a cloud afterwards was not an invitation for her to make fun of him, but she surely would. Hurry up and finish swimming so I can get back to my patrol. He grumbled, beginning to lick the rest of the residue from his fur. It would've been fun if Anita wasn't so childish. They were both young adults, just out of teen hood yes but, she lacked the maturity Ezekiel had. That was bothersome.