[Gusty]

(Well, this is goin good xD)
If Burrpaw had been an enemy warrior in another clan, during the midst of battle, Swiftfang wouldn't have any mercy. He'd simply aim for the weak spot- the paw- and immediately hold down the apprentice; he'd weaken it and probably knock the whole body out of balance. And then, if Swift was in the mood, he'd pin down and lash a killing bite to the neck.

But he wasn't in the mood to do such a thing right now. Even if he wanted to, even though he could.. What did that matter? Blazingnight'll probably punish him for the deed. Or would she? His lips parted into a small dazed smile as he thought about this, but snapped back into reality at the same instant, knowing that Burrpaw was up and ready.

Okay. If Swiftfang wasn't going for the paw to kill or injure the apprentice any more (though, truth to be told, there was temptation), he'd have to go for the back. And so the tom did, arching and propelling upwards to do a classic attack move, raising his front left paw for momentum and to 'claw' the messy-furred apprentice's back.