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For as much of a little s**t head as Reven was, she wasn't much of a fighter. Somehow she'd managed to avoid the more chaotic side of things with the exception of awakening Loreley, and in that instance she'd had the help of not one, but two Dark Mirror senshi.

This time she was alone. Maybe it wasn't a real fight, but it was still a fight, and she really didn't want to get her a** handed to her.

So she dug her claws into the pitted concrete beneath them and used that leverage to dart forward, throwing herself at the other cat's flank with her head lowered, trying to bowl him over.

He shoved and Reven stumbled back, half tripping over her own feet before getting them squared away beneath her again, tail lashing back and forth behind her. "Not specifically, but that'd mean I win, wouldn't it?"

She didn't want to give him time to answer, or counter, or do much of anything. Instead she charged forward again, and this time she went high. Leaping, she caught him around the neck with pale paws, trying to use her grip and her thrown weight to knock him off his feet.

Reven let out a yelp as his teeth grabbed a hold of her scruff, feet kicking into her side, but she jerked at the grip he had on her, paws pressing into his shoulder, and if that didn't work her claws slipped out, sinking into whatever bit of flesh was beneath them.

It was a loud pop, and Reven's ears saddled as she let go and backed away from the other order guardian. "What was that?" It'd sounded gross. And painful.

"Popped back..?" Reven stared down at the other cat, brows creased and expression boardering on distressed. "How do you do that? Should I go get someone?" This was so outside the kitten's limited wheel house.

His words said one thing, but tone and body language said quite another. Reven frowned down at him, clealry at a loss because now she didn't know if he had meant that or not. "Who cares about the ******** weather."

Were all order cats this confusing? She was going to have to ask Silk.

Whatever concern or care the young guardian felt for the injured male dried up the second he chastised her. Pale features sharped, eyes narrowing, and she had half a mind to headbutt him right in the shoulder, but she wasn't that much of a brat.

"You're not my ******** dad, or my senshi," she challenged back, tail flicking irritably behind her. "And we're not on the same damn side, I don't owe you anything ." Respect topping the list. She'd been neutral at first meet because he hadn't offered her violence, but there was only one person she allowed to question her foul mouth, and she didn't even listen to Rory's gentle admonishments not to cuss. She just tolerated it.

"Why should I tell you my name?"

"No, but you're still not my father." At least not in any way that mattered to her. If by some bizarre twist of fate he did happen to be her biological sire, well...It wasn't as if he'd stuck around to take care of her.

And he certainly didn't owe him anything, let alone respect.

The very notion.

Features still unhappy, she thought about just telling him not to worry about it. That she didn't even want it anymore, even if she really did. But was telling him her name worth it? Giving him any personal information?

"Reven."