Sun Mote Copse me or her? HAHA! me or her?

punch punch!

A small foot tapped his nose, and to his surprise, it hurt less than he knew. It was but a brush, a small nudge. But that wouldn't do. No! He was surprised, shaken!

So he cried more, paws flailing out and rapidly twitching as he attempted to blindly bat whoever had stuck their nasty paw up in his face. Perhaps if he was older he would feel bad for wailing on his sister fur such a small thing.

Sadly we wasnt older