Talk:The Stream/@comment-5848148-20130521152656/@comment-5137480-20130521220015

Scorchpaw looked around.

"You know, you really shouldn't be here, kits aren't supposed to leave camp." He said, hoping the kits wouldn't get in trouble.

"Think you're such a know-it-all since your mother's the deputy." Caleb sneered.

Scorchpaw's pelt bristled, "You know that how?"

"I have my resources." He said, giving a slight laugh afterwards. Dustypaw looked, unseen. She sent Caleb a glance that said, ''Please, don't do this. ''Caleb looked at her defiently, symbolizing that he had moved on. Scorchpaw's hackles raised.

"Attack me if you want. Nothing will happen," Caleb laughed, "You can't hurt me."

"Oh, really?" Scorchpaw said, and launched at him.

"Yes, really." Caleb sidestepped and circled Scorchpaw. Scorchpaw again lunged, this time barely managing to give Caleb a cut. While Caleb sneered, Scorchpaw attacked, and this time Caleb was caught off guard. Caleb quickly regained control of the fight, and pinned Scorchpaw. Scorchpaw let out a wail, as Caleb give him large scratches, and possibly a fatal blow. Scorchpaw fell unconscious. "Told you so." Caleb sneered and raced away. Caleb was quite harmed, though.