III

 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.


 They stood still, just examining each other for a long while, before the little feather flew between them and, like a signal to begin the fight, the cat sprang from his place towards the enemy, ready to slash. The vulpine opened his eyes quickly when the feline was two steps away, and made a quick step forward before taking a step to the side and turning sideways at the same time. The masked fighter lost his opponent from sight for a moment, but that was one moment too much, as at the same time he felt a strong roundhouse kick into his stomach making him lose his breath. The vulpine grinned at the easy success and was ready to deliver a punch right at the chest as his foe was trying to catch his breath, but he miscalculated and received a slash from the sword right at his cheek.
 - This time I was using the wrong side of the sword, just to punish you for the kick. Next time... - said the cat as the fox caught his balance and saw a little blood coming from his cheek.
 - Don't worry, I won't allow a next time.
 The vulpine rushed at the feline with a toothy grin on his face. The cat quickly held his weapon ready and as the foe came close, he stroked, attempting to cut in half.
 - What? Where did he...?
 The vulpine disappeared from the cat's vision again and, before anything could be done, a strong kick from the fox landed right on the ribs. The feline fell on the ground, holding around his chest, as he felt his ribs were broken. He coughed under the mask, feeling the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.
 - Nice weapon - the fox held the sword so that the tip would be slightly pressed against he opponent's neck. Not enough to kill him, but enough to make a minor cut. - So? Any last words?
 - Nom nom nom
 The fox opened his eyes and saw a black cat sitting nearby on a fallen tree near a campfire and chewing on the fish he caught in the morning. He hung them above the fire too cook and probably fell asleep on the soft, dry moss.
 - What are you doing with my food? - he jumped at the cat.
 - Hmm? - the feline turned sideways - Finders keepers. - she chuckled.
 It was a girl black cat, wearing only her fur and a strap around her waist with a pouch attached to it. The fox smirked slightly at the girl.
 - You're a girl? - he asked with a slight doubt, as her chest was almost flat.
 - Oh? You can't tell just by looking? - she stood up and stretched out, trying to push her chest as far forwards as she could.
 - Now I can tell that you are - he smirked, making sure she saw how his eyes were going all the way down, as he wasn't really sure just by seeing her pushing out her chest.
 The cat blinked, then looked at him, then back at herself, before throwing the half eaten fish at him:
 - Pervert! - she screamed at him.
 - Well, sorry for letting my eyes wander since you're naked - he chuckled, evading the fish - If you don't like the looks, then wear something.
 - Why should I? - she pouted.
 - Cause you don't like guys staring at your naked... butt - he said attempting to choose what guys would stare at on this flat board of a girl.
 She turned away from him and sat back down, taking another fish:
 - Let them watch, I don't mind sharing my womanly figure.
 - A girlish at most - the fox facepawed - but childish would be more true... and stop eating my dinner! - he jumped at her, trying to catch her.
The girl quickly jumped away, avoiding being caught, and acted like she didn't even notice him as she continued to eat the fish. Fox looked at his campfire and saw only leftovers of the five big fishes he caught.
 - You ate all of them! You little ...! - he pouted, but didn't manage to finish his sentence.
 A quiet beep was heard thrice from the fox's shorts and from the cat's pouch. The boy looked at his pockets, as the girl looked at her pouch, then they both looked at each other with big eyes.
 - NO! - they screamed at once.
 - I won't be partner with you! No way! - the girl yelled at the fox, throwing the fish at him again.
 - Well, who would want a kid that doesn't want to cover her butt as partner - the boy said, while catching the thrown fish and eating what was left of it.
 - Hey! That was mine!
 - Nope, it was mine.
 - But I found it first!
 - But I caught it in the river first.
 - But I already nibbled on it!
 - Good point, I'll need to go under medical examination for any girlie viruses.
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 Word after a word, they fought till the night fell. As the stars gathered in the dark sky to accompany the lonely full moon, both of them lied down on the still warm ground, around the campfire.
 - I'm Vicky - she said closing her eyes.
 - I'm Paul.