[Nostalgia]

@Puddle~
Still trying to even out his breath, Finchpaw watched the older tom for the silver of a second as Finchwhisker had crouched in preparation for his next attack. Had he been surprised by Finchpaw’s management of that last attack? Finchpaw himself was slightly surprised it had gone that well. With his chest still heaving he saw Finchwhisker charge at him, though at a slower pace.

Immediately Finchpaw thought this was meant to be a sneak attack of some sort, why else would just a grand cat move like this? With his belt bristled he watched the deputy’s paws, trying to calculate his next move. As Finchwhisker shot out a paw Finchpaw reflexivity did the same. He swipped at his mentors one front paw that was planted on the ground as retaliation. He knew he should have dodged it but his stubbornness made him want to take the attack head on. His paw hit Finchwhiskers and he gave it his all to swipe it from under him just as he felt his mentor doing the same. He felt his left front paw swiped and he dropped his right shoulder, rolling away from his mentor. He looked up to see whether his own attack had any effect on the deputy.