Duskfire Glacier everyone hail to the pumpkin song

Sorry for the hold up!

"You not fooling anyone, Makatza," Oh wasn't she? She hoped for his sake she was fooling someone, or she had no reason to play nice to him. If he was going to cause any trouble she had no reason to hold back.

"Makatza, thanks for apologizing. You can make it up to me by agreeing to train with my friend, Issorartuyok." Just now did she look at the male who was there. She sized him up, looked him over and then huffed lightly. She wasn't going to do some spar with some stranger if that was what she imagined.

For whatever reason everyone seemed to think she needed some sort of outlet for her aggressions. They seemed to think she was here to play nice. She went ahead and ignored the male again, turned to Meerkat instead nad was just about to say something as something hit her.

It didn't hurt, but it sure felt nasty. It was pumpkin goo. She snapped her head around and watched as she saw the culprit right away. Veteran. His paw was covered in the goo and he was gleeful with that other boy she hated. Her eyes flared with anger and without another word she was turning her entire body and launching at him.

She didn't care there were adults there, didn't care what they might yell or shout. The boy clearly didn't get the message last time and this time she was enraged. He felt protected by the adults, he felt like he could do whatever he wanted because she pretended to be nice, but didn't he just say it himself? She wasn't fooling anyone.

She jumped at him, her front legs trying to crash full force into his chest to cause the air to leave him for a moment. She hoped it hurt. She was just as nasty as the goo now, nothing was standing in her way. She was sick and tired of being a good girl, sick and tired of Veteran thinking he could get away with this kind of stunt. No way in hell would he get away with it.

"Didn't you get enough last time Vettie?" she asked him arrogantly and then she tried to bite into his left ear and if he didn't behave she was going to leave another mark on the poor boy's body that never would heal. Torn pieces of flesh couldn't be glued back on after all. She knew the adults would try and stop her, so she moved swiftly and fast to do it, didn't care that the blood she might get on her was going to be even a bigger mess than the goo he threw on her.

She had had enough.

Her eyes were beaming with anger, she ignored the adults. She didn't care. The threat was real, she meant it for real this time. The next time he stepped out of line he ought to be looking out for more than part of his ear.