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Originally Posted by Nostalgia
She hit him hard and Finchpaw was shoved down into the streambanks. He hissed as she tried forcing his face in the mud. Holding his face back with all his force he tried to think.
“Your lucky I’m sore from training” he growled as he tried to twist, hoping to switch their positions and throw Rookpaw into the mud instead. His paws started to slip however and he felt his face inch closer to the mud. In a last minute decision he decided to roll forward, kicking Rookpaw in the legs as he did.
“Take that your dirty furball!” He spat, breathing heavily as he tried to shake the mud out of his fur.
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Though she had nit suffocated him in mud, her main goal of getting him muddy was complete. By now she could tell Finchoaw was insecure about losing, even more than her. Her, at least she didn't have to make up excuses. The lean she-cat pulled herself back into the water.
"Me, dirty? Look at yourself, Floppaw, you're muddy all over!" she mewed, sending a playful splash of water at him.
(Lmao whenever they come home their mwntors are gonna be like what the hay happened did you guys almost drown?)