[ His eyes narrow at the direction of Firepaw's cry, taking that as his opportunity to move in. On all fours, his movement more closely resembles a dog than a rodent, before stopping entirely. The sound of kibble hitting a bowl makes him hesitate, and the jingle of a bell with each step makes him pause.
Rusty. The Morpeko's ears twitch, as if being summoned. Then, the memory of others, of how they spoke of him, surfaces before hitting one particular nerve. Nothing but her lapdog, her pet. He snarls, snapping at a collar that isn't there, only to be brought back to reality when Firepaw pounces at him. Feeling teeth sink in, he lets out a cry; it's deep, guttural, a confused mess between a bark and a hiss. Briefly, he tries to speak, but in this state, in the middle of being attacked, all he can manage are noises, too feral to mean anything at all.
He struggles under the Litten, desperately thrashing to kick him off without much success. All he can do is try to Bite back, aiming for one of Firepaw's legs. ]
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Rusty. The Morpeko's ears twitch, as if being summoned. Then, the memory of others, of how they spoke of him, surfaces before hitting one particular nerve. Nothing but her lapdog, her pet. He snarls, snapping at a collar that isn't there, only to be brought back to reality when Firepaw pounces at him. Feeling teeth sink in, he lets out a cry; it's deep, guttural, a confused mess between a bark and a hiss. Briefly, he tries to speak, but in this state, in the middle of being attacked, all he can manage are noises, too feral to mean anything at all.
He struggles under the Litten, desperately thrashing to kick him off without much success. All he can do is try to Bite back, aiming for one of Firepaw's legs. ]