Moonspear wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes

The return was satisfying- peace. Mira had just learned something; physical altercation would give her the response she wanted from her sister. It did not matter whether it was only a one-time kiss anyway- Mira could not comprehend these things. She only knew that before she took action, she was uncomfortable, and now she was not. 

Another thing was set down beside her, as if the silver annoyance was not enough. Mira was distracted by the momentary preening of her mother, to which she responded with warm coos of comfort. But soon that joy came to an end, and a new pest was making its way toward her. She refused to let things go the way they had gone the first time- and so, already preparing for some disgusting invasion of her space, she pressed forward, batting a paw towards the new creature's face in hopes of deterring it before it could lick her.