Wildpaw lunged at Rosepaw.
Rosepaw grunted. She rolled over, crushing Wildpaw beneath her. Wildpaw gasped as the breath was driven from her lungs.
"Wow!" Lilypaw commentated. "And in a surprising act, Rosepaw is on top of Wildpaw!"
"Not for long, foo!" Wildpaw hissed, and slipped away. Rosepaw crashed to the ground. Wildpaw whipped around, striking her paw against her head.
"Wildpaw made a daring move and has sent Rosepaw reeling!" Lilypaw meowed excitedly. "This is some fight, folks!"
Rosepaw growled and rolled into Wildpaw, unbalancing her. Then Rosepaw leapt to her feet and brought her paw across Wildpaw's face, claws sheathed.
"Ohhhh..." Wildpaw groaned, and fell to the ground in slow motion.
Rosepaw sprang into the air and landed on Wildpaw's back, bringing her paws down her sides. Wildpaw rolled over, now crushing Rosepaw.
"And now Wildpaw is on top of Rosepaw!"
Rosepaw tried to slip out from under Wildpaw like Wildpaw had done before, but Wildpaw was ready. She moved with Rosepaw, then flipped over and brought her paw down Rosepaw's belly, just as Rosepaw did the same for her.
Both cats fell to the ground.
"Ohhh..." Rosepaw groaned.
"Struck down in our prime," Wildpaw meowed pathetically.
Lilypaw swished her tail. "That was a good fight," she meowed. "I wish I was as good as you."
"You are," Rosepaw argued. "And besides, if it went on, Wildpaw would've won anyway. She always wins."
Wildpaw shrugged. "Watching all those shows on war strategies has its advantages."
Rosepaw looked at Wildpaw, who looked at Lilypaw, who looked at Rosepaw.
"What do you wanna do now?"
"Erm..." Lilypaw looked into the trees.
"Uh..." Rosepaw looked at the sky.
"Mwahahahaha!" Wildpaw yowled.
Lilypaw and Rosepaw looked at her. "What?"
Wildpaw shrugged again. "Just...making noise."
Lilypaw shrugged too. "Want to have a Struck-Down contest?"
Rosepaw groaned. "We did that yesterday!"
"I don't know!" Lilypaw meowed defensively. "I'm just trying to come up with ideas!"
Wildpaw flicked her tail. "Besides, I always win."
Lilypaw glared at her. "We don't know about all those heroic battles of, like, Henry the Eighth or whoever."
"You mean Alexander the Great," Wildpaw meowed. "Henry the Eighth was the dude who had six wives. Or, mates."
"How do you have a long enough life span to have six mates?" Rosepaw meowed wonderingly.
Wildpaw shook her head. "I'm not going through the lifespan thing again."
Suddenly, Wildpaw fell onto her back. Gasping, she mewed, "Struck down...in my prime...why, Alexander, why?"
Lilypaw just stared at her. "You're one strange cat, Wildpaw."
