[wolfie]

Originally Posted by Shade.

Rookpaw was honestly itching to beat someone up most of the time. She had a lot of suppressed aggression and battle training was certainly a way to let it all out. She assumed he didn't mean that she had to actually claw him, since claws were not allowed when sparring. So she slipped downwards to the ground as she ran at him and kicked up with her legs into his stomach, claws sheathed. If she weren't so skinny, she could probably lift someone into the air like that, considering she was very long-legged. This meant her kicks had a lot of force behind them.

Wolfwhisper was quite used to feeling the force of blows. Despite his lack of height - he was still quite stocky. He could handle them well. He didn't bother to dodge because he did want Rookpaw to practice this move. What he was not suspecting was the force behind her blows. Starclan, his apprentice didn't hold back.

He moved out of the way, no longer wanting to deal with the kicks to his stomach. "G, good job!" Wolfwhisper squeaked out, regaining his composure. He wished he hadn't ate prior to this. "Okay!! Soo.. uh, this one is pretty simple. What you're going to want to do is unbalance your opponent, " He meowed.

"Youuu take your paw and you just, " He lashed out at the air with his frontpaw. "Go for one of the weak parts of whatever limb you're targeting to unbalance them. Thennn.. you flee while you can!! Sounds good?"