Moonspear Alone unless you wanna come along

arcturus' spirits were at an all time high as he caught up to her rapidly fleeing flank. his nip had hit home, and speedy had slowed down to cast him a playful glare -- and rather stupidly, the boy confidently pulled ahead, cocky as a spring-time colt in pasture.

and then she shoved him -- and about six things went wrong at once.

first, she pushed him mid-stride, and arcturus had to slam a front limb down to prevent himself from losing his balance.

secondly, he had been so enamored with looking at her, that he had not looked where he was going -- and at the exact time he faltered to place a limb down quickly, a log rose into his vision --

and then, he flipped -- black plume over teakettle, the boy cartwheeled through the air as his limb was snagged by the small log, his face coming to a slamming halt into the snow.

he skid about six feet, losing fur and pride in the process -- his body still heaving from shock to be so rudely and rapidly brought to the earth.