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November 18th, 2016 04:37 PM |
Re: SkyClan Clearing
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Originally Posted by Cloudy
(Post 37002)
"Thanks," the small apprentice huffed, enacting the idea of battle, and how it seemed to her. Ashenpaw's eyes lit up as a small kit, at least the age of a one moon, was getting snatched by another rouge. As the imaginated battlefield grew to an even bigger size, Ashenpaw hobbled on to her hind legs, bracing herself for the magnificent surge she was about to preform. "They have a kit!" Ashenpaw bellowed, her rust-gray pelt bristling as she leaped towards the figurative menace. She forced her body to rupture against the ground, or her invisible attacker; Ashenpaw threw herself full force towards the rouge, and landed with a large Thud!. The youthful apprentice reared on her hind legs, and let out a long hiss, and she flailed her paws, claws sheathed in her small paws, though in the imaginary battlefield, her claws were unsheathed and her adversary was bleeding. The rouge had dropped the kit and was running away, "Coward!' Ashenpaw yowled at the scampering cat. As Ashenpaw bowed her head towards the small kit, she clutched it between her teeth, and put it back in the entrance to the nursery. As Ashenpaw turned towards Pantherkit, thinking that it was a cat of her artistry, the apprentice leapt into the air, angling herself towards the tom. Though she wasn't aware of Pantherkit being a real cat, she still abated herself. The she-cat was heading straight for the tom, her paws stretched out, though her claws sheathed.
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Pantherkit continued to fight on the imaginary battlefield, knowing how strange it must look for him to be jumping and slashing at nothing, but frankly he didn't care. He was having fun, more than he had in a long time as a matter of fact, and he was enjoying every single second of it. Pantherkit spun around to talk to his "deputy," his tail lashing in mock anger, his yellow hues flitting around the clearing as he watched the battle scene commencing. To his surprise, he saw Ashenpaw leaping through the air towards him, obviously preparing to pin him to the ground. "Ashenpaw, wait!" He squeaked out, and although he was about her size, he knew there wasn't much he was going to be able to do against an apprentice. Even being a young apprentice, Ashenpaw had still had training, which was more than he had. At least her claws were sheathed, otherwise Pantherkit would have had to brace himself to be clawed, which was something the young tom absolutely hated. It had happened once before, on accident, and had left a nasty mark although luckily no scar. The fantasy seemed to fade before his eyes as surprise set in, and he was disappointed to find the clearing as before, calm and with no signs of rogues, cats fighting, and no dead or wounded cats, although even if it had been real he would have preferred not to see the last one. Not unless they were rogues, at any rate. Pantherkit didn't have enough time to jump out of the way, as he knew, and even if he wanted to he was practically frozen in shock, which was one of the young tom's flaws. It seemed that whenever he was placed in a frightening situation, he would just freeze up, as though the world around him had stopped moving.
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