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Originally Posted by Charmer

Nightpaw took a couple of quick breathes. Her relief to be out of combat with that weasel was short lived as she saw that Goldenstar was struggling to pin the little creature. The stinging from the wound on her scruff forgotten, Nightpaw ran toward the fight. She sat there with her paw raised, as close to the twisting mass of cat and weasel as she dared, waiting for an opportunity to strike. I came as Goldenstar got it on the ground, and struggled to pin it as it wiggled. Nightpaw struck at where the wriggling animal was fighting aiming for its head. He first blow missed as she struck the ground, but the second came down right on the weasel's neck at it twisted, and she felt the distinct feel of something snapping, like a green twig on the forest floor. The weasel let out a shrill squeak before its snake-like body went limp.

Panting, Goldenstar continued the struggle until the weasel was finally dead. Looking at Nightpaw, he smiled, breathing heavily as well as he tried to calm down. That weasel had been slightly worse than he thought it had been, and that was probably his own regret. Not to mention there were a few bleeding cuts in his fur, which were now beginning to sting. “Good...good job,” he smiled at the apprentince, proud of her. Golden could hardly believe she actually did it, and the more moments that passed, it was hard to see the original kittypet that had come to Shadowclan during the flood. “Do you want to stop for today? Maybe get patched up?” he asked, smiling. It was more of him wanting to get fixed up, since his body was now stinging in several different areas.