ALL I NEED IS A HEART ATTACK, C'MON —
"Hey, that's mine." The cream point glared daggers at the much larger tom-kit, who dared to lay a paw on his toad. The kit made the mistake of rolling his eyes, setting off Shark-kit's spark. "Alright, that's it," he growled, before pouncing into him and knocking the wind out of the kitten. He had decked the male out onto the camp floor, sending him sprawling below Shark-kit's smoldering midnight blue gaze.
"If you ever steal my fresh-kill again, I'll cuff you over the ears. Go get your own." The tom hissed something at him, before running off, likely to tell his mother. Nearby he heard a whisper of a queen warning her she-kit to "be weary of Pantherfrost and Amberlight's tom-kit." He snorted, giving a lick to one of the grizzly curls on his chest, before loudly stating, "You know, just because my name's Shark-kit doesn't mean I bite." No, he didn't bite - usually.
— HUMBLE MY BONES WITH A CARDIAC