Darkfire purred gently to the older tom. "
It's not a stuid decision, we can still do it when it gets dark," he offered. The white cat got to his feet and faced Darkfire. The grey tom spotted the glint in Whiteclaw's eyes.
What is he up to? Darkfire took a defensive stance like he was used to and waited, allowing Whiteclaw the first move. He'd always been better at defending anyways. He actually enjoyed sparring, even if he hated actual fighting.
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Creepy Cobra