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Originally Posted by Aurora Borealis
@blue jellie @Charmer
Sharppaw hissed as his leader called for attack. ‘Finally!’ he looked around for a flicker of blue-gray pelt in the darkness. The light of the full moon helped him immensely. His cold amber eyes finally found his target. He returned the glare shot at him with a smirk. With a hiss, he walked toward him, looking calculating. Every pawstep on the rough ground gave him a new rush of hate. So much so, that when he was within reach of Morningblue, every inch of him was filled with loathing. The edges of his vision were going red. All he could see was Morningblue and the cat he was trying to protect. In a split-second descision, Sharppaw attempted to leap between them. His goal was to separate them, then spin around and claw Morningblue. His fight wasn’t with the other cat. Not yet. All he could think about was his crazed lust for blood to be spilt. For blood to splatter on the ground, to sink into the earth. He yowled angrily, attempting to bite Morningblue’s leg. If his leg was hurt, he’d go down. Then Sharppaw would kill him.
[ angry little ball of floof ]
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[ sharppaw is a feisty little bab ]
As a very-infuriated apprentice leaped for her brother, aiming for his leg, she smashed into him, blocking the attack and knocking him off balance. Frankly, she could care less about what her brother thought. Soon enough, the conversation they'd had previously would be reversed- he'd say he could take care of himself, and Jaystorm would respond she was only protecting him. After all, it's her "duty" as a warrior to protect her Clanmates. Scoffing, she looked down on the apprentice, aiming a quick fake-out blow to his ear and drawing back at the last moment, instead jabbing towards a showing joint on his leg- which would hopefully make it buckle.