[Fallpotato]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Singe was smart in battle. He had a way of keeping his emotions at bay, unless his temper was needed. He stayed and glared at the tom cat thr Ugh narrowed yellow hues. He had a hard time understanding this cat, they didn't seem to be at his understanding of how a battle worked. The Savannah saw the cat moving his haunches, but decided to stay out, trusting his size and strength to protect him. He watched, without flinching as the cat jumped down on top of him. He remained motionless as the cat landed atop his back. Then in a sudden, jerking movement, he twisted his body into an 'S' like shape, thereby tossing the tom to the ground. He moved quickly and stood above the cat who was now on the ground. He placed one of his large paws over the Warriors chest, keeping him pinned. "Quietstream, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. Stop acting like a kit and listen for once." He spat before removing his paw to let the other up. He sat down, his half tail sweeping over the dead leaves that litter d the lightly snowed on ground. "When in battle, don't outwardly flaunt your pride. Do not get cocky, and do not act like you know what you are doing. Clear?"

Quietstream snorted and unsheathed one of his claws and nodded "ok." He grinned, wickedly and prepared for another session of training, he took a offensive stance this time, only one claw unsheathed though