“Last chance, Adder,” Elara’s voice was a low rasp, like stones grinding together. “Turn around. Walk back to whatever rad-sink you crawled from. This dust is too dry for two graves.”
The duel raged on, with neither cat giving an inch. They chased each other around the arena, their paws kicking up sand, their fur fluffed up in a display of aggression. The sun beat down on them, but they were too focused on the fight to notice. Desert Duel Catfight
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