The feline walks over to the table turf table to play a game after judging turf war and sees little judd in the table Meow. (Hello little me.) Meow! (We can have a exciting match!)
The claws are in danger of unleashing, though Li’l Judd stares daggers into the bigger feline’s heart. “Mew. (Hold your tongue. Before you entered, you were marked for worse than a simple defeat in a game of cards. This match won’t be the only thing you end up losing.)”
[ Judd wins! He gains a lot of exp ]
Li’l Judd can feel the writing underneath his very skin; the paw at the table scratches at the cloth. Why must he surpass me in every way!? He must know how this feels, he’s doing it on purpose! He knows I will never be better than him!
He doesn’t say anything, instead keeping intense eyes on Judd to watch him leave.