The light wind chased a poor little feather through an empty field, lifting the smell of grass still wet from the morning dew. It seemed a calm, sunny day, just slightly windy if it wasn't for the two furry figures facing each other. A white fox stood with his paws in the pockets of his shorts which were the only piece of clothing on him. His eyes were slightly closed as he watched his opponent, a masked black cat, wearing loose pants and holding a sharp sword in his bandage-wrapped paws.
