She-fox (Riverbird's Tale)

"Brains over brawn, hah!" 
"Absolutely not fair. I demand a redo!" Squealed the tiny tortoiseshell and white kit. The short, skinny kit weaved around the legs of a taller, burly mocha brown tom, whom purred pleasantly as the ragamuffin of a feline entwined herself around his legs, staring up at him with defiant eyes.
"It's not fair to race me. You've got such larger legs. I want a rematch!" She squeaked bossily, standing ramrod straight and determined. The tom, warm green eyes staring down at the ruffled ball of dappled brown and ginger fur, bent his head to meet her fiery green eyes, smiling kindly.
"But dear, you'll only meet the same fate. What's the point in trying if you know you're only ending is failure?" He said in a sing-song tone, tipping his broad head to the side, his furry eyebrows raised in a questioning look. The kit looked at him thoughtfully, then replied in a practiced, monotone voice.
"Because of chance. Because of hope. And-" She leaned forward extra close, her miniscule pink nose nearly touching his. "Because I'm going to kick your fluffy arse!" She said triumphantly, whipping around in a flash. Her tiny legs moved faster than you'd expect, her long tail streaming behind her like a waving banner. Before the tom even had a chance to half-way meet her, she had sped to a halt in front of a large, puffy nest, where she promptly sat down. Panting, she lifted her face slightly and smiled cheerfully.
"Brain over brawn, papa. Just like you taught me." She purred. The tom chortled lightly, padding over. He settled down beside the kit, licking at a tuft of spiked fur on her forehead. Eyes drooping contently, he curled his tail around the kit, laying his chin over his forepaws.
"Well done, my tiny fox. So you admit you've actually been paying attention to my little rants?" He inquired drowsily, opening a single eye to look at her. The kit snorted, stretching out in the crook of the toms bent abdomen. "Of course I have, papa. I just didn't want you to know that." She murmured. The tom licked rhythmically at her short tortoiseshell fur, and she suddenly felt awfully sleepy. Gaping her small pink maw in a yawn, she struggled to keep her eyes open. Eventually, she had no choice but to give in, letting her head fall with a muttered 'goodnight'.
Smiling softly, the tom nuzzled his kit fondly as he too closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, my dear Kitsune." He purred. Momentarily, he opened his eyes, looking thoughtful. With a snort, he mumbled something else, right before closing his eyes once more and falling asleep.
"Goodnight, She-fox."
"I'm not blushing!"
"Fish-face!" The she-cat hissed, raising her spine and bushing out her fur in an attempt to look larger. Across from her, a skinny gray tabby tom curled his lips in a snarl, his eyes glinting darkly. "Frog-breath!" He spat in response. Kitsune gave an indignant squawk, raising her chin and glaring. "Mouse-heart!" She fired back. The tom widened his eyes, staring at her. His back went ramrod straight, and his eyes smoldered.
"Fox-hearted arse!" He drawled coldly, staring straight at her. Kitsune gasped, fluffing up the fur around her neck. She narrowed her eyes, her mouth working furiously, her brain struggling to come up with a retort. In the end, all she managed to think of was a weak, breathless "Jerk". The tom snorted, lifting his ears triumphantly. "Is that all you've got, badger-breath?" He taunted. Kitsune cringed away, turned tail and ran.
"Stupid jerk!" She hissed under her breath, closing her eyes tightly.
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