Ouch!
A story mostly about two hedgehogs.
By Shadow is beast.
It was a night like any other...... Filled with yells, screams and daggers made of pure energy flying. Oh and claws striking. You see two hedgehogs lived here and they where brothers. One's name was Riot the hedgehog and he well liked to do things is own way like if you are playing darts well lets just say the dart thing usually goes up in flames with his first dart. The other hedgehog who goes by the name of Kwimble well he was genius but for the most part he is a major idiot. Like he once showed those two traits at the same time when he was five. Because he grabbed his brother and strapped a bomb made of chicken feathers on him. Well who knows how he made it but it was one heck of a bomb. Okay now I'm getting ahead of myself or behind.
So now I finally answer your question "Why are they fighting?" Well it was not them who started it oh no it was not them. It was Dannie the eagle their next door neighbor. She is easily aggravated and when she is aggravated the is like a tiger or maybe a lion well you get the point. So now I bet another question of the reader(You) has come up. "Why is she aggravated?" Well she had been pissed off for about several weeks now. Because well she used to date Riot. Well when he dumped her("Go suck a lollipop with some other unlucky guy.") Well she got angry. Not just does she have really sharps claws well she has a bazooka. So anytime she heard him or saw him or even thought of him she would grab it and blow their house up.
Let me guess " Who does she keep blowing it up when it is already blown up?" Well she just shoots the wreckage. So now that I got all this info you needed into that skull of yours I guess I can truly start the stories.
"You basterd you mother fucking bitch what the hell why do you always try to kill me!?" I was yelleing while intercepting bazooka ammo what ever it it called with my own enegry daggers. Ya I really loved how a could make blades, daggers, sword etc of pure engry just poof into my hands. "Oh what a world what a world I've been hit oh I'm going down oh how this world can be soooooooooo cruel!" "Shut the hell up Kwimble and help me get the crazy bitch from shooting me!" Kwible just stood their with his white fur body and that green tuft of fur on his chest. He then turned away and I could see the back of his head with thoose stupid green spikes. That was when I snapped back into reallity when a shard of glass punctered itself into my nice black fur. I could see my crimson red blood trckle slowly down my picth black fur. I heard the "ploop" as it fell on the destroyed floor. If their was one thing that got me angryer then being shot at by a mad eagle who had a bazooka it was seeing my blood trckle down my perfect prized fur. I remember hearing a war cry and I realized it was me. I then must have blacked out because when I woke up I was in jail.