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Originally Posted by Ivy
Soaringcrane smiled at her. "Im fine..." he whispered before pinning her down and using his forepaws to aim soft blows at her white belly fur, gently while putting all his weight on her. The ginger tom was kinda overweight so all of his belly weight was on her haunches which was probably making poor Crestpaw's hind legs ache. "Care to give up, Crestpaw like a kit or are you gonna fight like a real warrior?!" The ginger tom gazed into her eyes, adoringly. He knew for sure now that he would tell her if she beat him. IF she beat him. He gave his apprentice a cocky grin, leaving him open for an attack |
Crestpaw felt tingly when Soarincrane whispered to her and pinned her. She gazed up at him, not really feeling the blows since he wasn't actually trying. The she-cat hissed at him and felt her legs go numb slightly, "Get off me you big log!" She growled, batting her petite paws at his face and chest. An odd emotion was clearly visible in Soaringcrane's eyes, one that had no place in a battle. "I'd never give up against you!" She hissed, hitting him harder with her paws. She shuffled her hind end, trying to dislodge his weight from her and reached out to bite anything near her face. Eventually, a memory of an earlier session came to mind and Crestpaw took a deep breath, closing her eyes and going limp. The theatrical molly even added a few whimpers to make it more realistic. As soon as Soaringcrane fell for her trick and released some of the pressure, Crestpaw planned to kick upward with all her might and send him flying across the clearing.