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Originally Posted by hawkboi
Troutpaw yelped and ducked down, ramming herself into Ghostpaw’s chest. She had no real fighting instincts yet, only her adrenaline-fueled mind pulling her a random direction. She stepped back and slashed at Ghostpaw’s face, giving a weak but defiant hiss.
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Originally Posted by Willie Warf
Beetle watched from the shadows, eyes gleaming with malice.
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Ghostpaw allowed herself to be knocked down, twisting her neck so the claws swishing by her face completely missed. Well, if Troutpaw could somewhat reach that part of her body, that meant the apprentice was on her, right? Ghostpaw unleashed a quick shunt with her powerful hind legs, giant paws ready to perhaps break a few bones but definitely to shove this kid off the silvery she-cat. Lips curled into a grin. This strike was unmissable,wasn't it? Judging from Trout's position, of course.