[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Constellation

"Are you backing out?" Tornadopaw lashed his tail playfully. He could tell she was in deep thought. Deep thought about what? There was nothing to be afraid of! At least to him, but he knew that she lacked the ability of fighting. She probably could perfect basic moves like a pounce. But, Tornadopaw knew that it was more skill to pouncing than just a simple lunging move. The only time Tornadopaw allowed himself to focus was when battling. A friend once told him that distraction, in a battle would get him killed. That he always must remain focus when the other cat is his enemy. Tornadopaw was a benevolent cat. He was sensitive to most things, and only wished to love an easy life.

On the other hand, battles happen. Oh, they happen all the time! To which he wouldn't be prepared for most when he's chosen to fight. He isn't entitled to anything. Most likely, the tom might end up dying in a battle. He just hoped...it wouldn't be so soon.

Now, he was distracted again. Getting lost in his thoughts as he thought about death. Funny...he figured he was frightened of the though of dying just like Minkpaw was. However, that was completely gone once he felt himself pushed to the ground. Minkpaw stood proudly above him, and the tom narrowed his eyes a bit. "Took you long enough," he purred. The tom didn't think she would had done it, but it was a simple move. At least he knew she knew the basics.

"Not bad, for an amateur." He glowed, his eyes beaming. "However, you always must keep your ears alert for a-" before he finished, he used his hind legs to forcefully throw her off him. He hoped he didn't throw her too hard. Tornadopaw wished to finish what he wanted to tell her. However, he had forgot, so he stood there for a while, looking absent minded or trying to find lost words to make up his sentence.

Then, he simply let it go, becoming once again distracted, but kept his gaze upon his new friend. "Are you okay!? I hope I didn't throw you off too hard!" He ran her way. The tom was extremely caring. He didn't want to hurt anyone. If she was an enemy, however, he was forced to not care. But she wasn't an enemy.

"No!" She defended, her eyes narrowed with humor. Great, he thought she was scared. Which was kind of true.. but never mind that! She knew she could do simpler moves, but not VERY well. Minkpaw figured, hey, that's what this was for. If she was this nervous in a REAL battle, she'd be dead on the ground.

She'd die in battle if she didn't focus. She'd never see Tornadopaw, or have a mate, or kits.. wait, where did that come from?! She pushed it to the back of her mind, not the time or the place to think of that. Minkpaw lashed her tail, her paws planted.

"Hey!" She replied, her eyes narrowed but showing no annoyance. It was actually.. fun? Being here, practicing with Tornadopaw. Minkpaw thought they could be good friends, maybe m- STOP! She interrupted the train of thought and kept it away.

"Thanks, I think" she replied. She couldn't tease the remark, she was an amateur at battle. She listened to what he was going to say, when she was suddenly thrown into a small patch of dirt. Rolling to her paws, she spat out a bit of grit. Nothing hurt too bad, she was just taken off guard.

"I-I'm fine!" She replied, not wanting him to worry. She shook some dirt out of her pelt and put on a smile. "N-No worries!" she trilled, her breath returning to her. She pricked her ears, her tail swaying as she gave him a playful cuff of the ear. "I'm alright, really!" She repeated.