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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
Of course Shadepaw would respect the fact that she surrendered. After all, that too, took courage... he knew she must be wondering what he thought. Obviously; they might be equals, but he was still the one making this plan. He was still the one with the idea. The dream. The vision. The one who would be carrying it out to the best of his ability... with her, don't forget, his mind reminded him. Oh, of course. How could I forget? he thought, a small smile creeping up along his maw. It was eerie. And looked as though he were planning something not at all pleasant. Of course it would look that way; for Shadepaw was not the most pleasant of cats, and anything he was planning couldn't be too good. "Let me know when you're finished." He mewed in a cool, calm voice. There was no trace of concern. Mainly because there was no concern felt. She would be fine! Obviously. She wasn't hurt at all. Not that he could tell, anyways. And besides, if she was actually hurt he would either send her away (with much disappointment) or take it easy on her. It would be her choice. Her chance to show him how much she could take before she cracked... or, as he preferred to think of it, how little she could take. Later would be claws unsheathed. There would be no mercy shown. He hoped she realized how lucky she was he wasn't keeping on right this moment. |
Wildpaw only took a moment to recover, knowing that if she took too long, she would lose the respect she had just earned. So, she stood for a few moments, taking deep, labored breaths, but once it was somewhat under control, she straightened. Her chest was still heaving, but not as badly as it had been, and she set her jaw, determination clear in her eyes.
"I'm finished." she meowed. "Let's go again." She flexed her claws within their sheathes, reminding herself not to let them slide out just yet, however much she yearned to. She had a hunch that they would be practicing with claws soon enough, and now she should just focus on getting a feel for Shadepaw's tactics.
I can't go for his legs again; he'll know what I'm doing the moment I spring. But the rest of his body is so powerful... I could blind him with dust... no, it's too muddy to fling up. The space is too open to surprise him... Wildpaw ran over tactics of her own in her head, but each one she thought of, she could come up with a well-reasoned argument for. Finally, she gave up. She'd just have to see what Shadepaw did first.