The large tom stood, scanning over Shrewpaw. He was a bit disappointed at the lack of blood. A slight injury every now and then made for effective motivation... no, what he thinking? He wasn't Stormgorse. Was
not Stormgorse. He shouldn't be disappointed at the lack of harm; that was the point of sparring - to be able to fight and learn without getting hurt. Frostpaw growled to himself in frustration, although it could've been perceived as a warning to Shrewpaw. The white tom wasn't even breathing harder than usual as he waited, allowing Shrewpaw to take the first move again. He was oblivious to the young kitten watching them; too immersed with the battle to care. It was a bad habit, not being aware of one'ssurroundings.
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