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Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy
Figpaw let out a yelp that was quickly cut off as a larger cat bit down, hard, on his neck. Figpaw attempted to twist out of his attacker's jaws but, having not actually done any proper fight training really only ended up kicking a twig. Foxdung. He went limp, hoping that the cat might losen their grip so he could get away, forgetting, of course, how they already felt rather dizzy.
(Fig isn't the... Smartest, is he?)
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(nope! could of smelled her first thing.)
Mossdrop eyes gleamed as the apprentice didn't even fight back. "No proper training...what kind of mentor does this cat even have?" She growled in Figpaw's ears, a somewhat of a warning to him. It's working! Excitement coursed through the tabby she cat. Mossdrop slowly released her grip on the tom cats neck, but still pinned him, waiting for some cat to appear, their brother. This plan was working fine and well, and all she had to do was make more cats fear her, and her ways. "This is a warning for you to be alert while hunting, some cat could ambush you." She sneered, eyes narrowed, coldly watching his movements. This was so perfect, so easy, and Mossdrop enjoyed it while it lasted. Maybe, she could toy with the apprentice, just for a bit. She slashed at his shoulder, doing it quite slowly. Slow agony was her favorite thing to do with toying with others. It was quite satisfying, and this was going absolutely perfect.