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Larkstripe
Lionpaw had a feeling that this wouldn't be an easy battle - which was a good thing! The more difficult the challenge, the funner it tended to be, as long as it wasn't actually life and death, of course. Although, real events were undoubtedly more exhilerating.
The second Falconpaw moved into her crouch, Lionpaw bolted to the left. He ran away from the battle, not exactly fleeing, in the direction of the edge of camp. Clan cats had a bad habit of standing still. They seemed to believe that facing an enemy, no matter how strong, head on was an advanced tactic. Er, no—where did they even get that from? Not moving made felines an easy target. The best strategy, especially when one didn't have an
actual strategy yet, was to move, move, move!
Or at least, that's what Lionpaw believed, and he hadn't died yet.
Falconpaw was a swift cat, though, and Lionpaw was definitely aware that if he'd waited two seconds longer, his ears would've been lost in a real battle. Four bounds later, the golden-furred tom pivoted, quickly scanning for his sparring partner. Had she chased after him, stood still, or stalked away? The latter would be the most disastreous for the older apprentice as he would find fighting an invisible enemy much, much more difficult than sparring with someone in plain sight.