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Originally Posted by gs29513
His legs felt like jelly, but he really didn't want to be the one to back down, so he tried a different approach. Springing forward, he took off right beside Frostpaw, hoping to land on his back. Maybe that could finish the sparring, in a truce or something. Truces were good. Losing was not.
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The white tom wasn't one to back down unless it would otherwise cost his life. He was a bit tired, but otherwise alright. Frostpaw saw his opponent's legs tense and he knew what the other apprentice was planning to do, but Frostpaw didn't evade that one. Shrewpaw landed on his back, but there was another thing about sheathed sparring: cats needed their claws to get a better grip. Frostpaw was covered in silky white fur and it was slippery. He doubted that Shrewpaw would able to stay on for long and while having another cat on his back was straining, it didn't hurt as much as being attacked. With a burst of power, Frostpaw reared up onto his back legs in an attempt to fling the smaller apprentice tom, then dropped back to all fours and whirled around, hoping to slice his paws into the other cat.