Let's fight! [Sandpaw & Badgerpaw]

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Sandpaw looked up from her pet cleaning when Badgerpaw arrived to the Training Hollow. "So... What do you want to do, Sandpaw?" Sandpaw raised an eyebrow at him then meowed, "We're at the Training Hollow aren't we? What else could you do at a Training Hollow? Don't answer that."

[/color] She shot a glare at him then continued, "Let's go. How about I attack you? Seeing as I'm smaller?"[/color] Sandpaw readied herself, not waiting for him.

She was a blur of sand-colored fur and sheathed claws as she ran at him. She was quite timid about fighting, knwing it wasn't her strength. She was fast though and this came in handy when you were on the attacking side. She leapt in the air, throwing herself towards Badgerpaw. She landed right on target (she thanked her hunting skills): his back. She kept her paws sheathed though, so naturally she would be easier to shake off. She sucked in a breath as she readied herself for his struggle.[/blockquote][/size][/center]

[Emily]

"Right." Badgerpaw warily hoisted himself form his haunches, the tip of his tail slowly beginning to flick from side to side. Sandpaw readied herself without notifying the hefty black-and-white tom, taking him by complete surprise as soon as she had launched herself sky high in hope to land on target.

On target she was.

Luckily, the sand-colored she-cat's claws were sheathed, hiding away her curved, ivory tendrils; Badgerpaw was quick to take this into advantage, and before long, his own silenced attack plan was put into place.

He stood still and quiet as a stunned mouse, but only for one moment, which was gone as soon as it had come. The tomcat's heavy body suddenly dropped like a broken elevator: falling, falling, falling- hit! And then Badgerpaw scattered quick as ever, flailing just a second before slipping beneath Sandpaw's frail frame; he desperately wanted to have seen her unexpected face as he turned to stone, nearly dropping dead right beneath her paws and then chucking her off (not all too violently to ensure her own safety).

Badgerpaw's eyes gleamed as he escaped Sandpaw's grasp, sliding smoothly from beneath her and then, after successfully displacing the she-cat from her previous perch, rounded back on her in a swift attack. Although Badgerpaw was not the fastest cat on his paws, he was incredibly strong, and that was always brought into the picture. As a result, Sandpaw was pounced on, and by sitting on Sandpaw alone, Badgerpaw seemed to have conquered her. Of course, the fight was never over... not until your opponent had been killed, or had fled from the scene entirely: he would never have killed his own clan mate though, and this was only training.

"How's that for a tomcat?" boasted Badgerpaw. "You're so skinny, I thought I would crush you for sure!" he added in a more serious tone, though he was not slow to ensure there was still a lingering tease.

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Sandpaw's superior hand in the fight was short-lived. Badgerpaw was much larger than her and got her off of him with ease. If only I was using my claws, she thought; though she knew she would never hurt Badgerpaw intentionally, she had never met a cat that could shake her off of him if she got her lethal sharp hooked claws into their pelt. Her claws were different from others', they were more curved; the result: the more her prey, or another cat in this case, struggled the tighter of a hold she had on them.

Sandpaw squirmed at Badgerpaw plopped himself back down on her again. So we're back here again are we? She continued to struggle and try to slip her way out from under him but the darn tom was just too heavy.

"How's that for a tomcat? You're so skinny, I thought I would crush you for sure!" Sandpaw rolled her eyes playfully at him, she had stopped the squirming by now. Was that a hint of concern in his last sentence? Or was she just imagining it? But why would she imagine it...? Sandpaw knew that she would imagine it only if she wanted it...

She studied his face, seriously, looking for a glimpse of some unknown emotion... And how come she had never noticed how handsome Badgerpaw was before?

[Emily]

Casting a silly grin towards her direction, Badgerpaw finally hoisted himself upright, allowing the poor she-cat to breathe. Although his eyes were transfixed on Sandpaw as she rose to her paws once more, his mind was in a turmoil-torn battle between whether or not he knew how he felt. Firstly, the feisty, sand-colored she-cat could be a great bother to him, often bringing him down and being entirely spiteful; secondly, Badgerpaw thought of her as a friend, or at least on his part. Badgerpaw's high vile of eccentricity and playfulness was what had drawn him to the goal of practically gathering each and every cat he could and place it in his 'friends basket'.

"Hey, you know you think she-cats or so much better than the tomcats," purred Badgerpaw. "Hm, wanna go bother some of the elders, demanding to hear some of those old stories until they do? Or let's go give that ol' Kestrelstorm a hard time! I really do respect them, mind you, but it's just so much fun to go flouncing at their paws. Maybe, just maybe, he'd take us out on a hunting patrol or teach us a new trick!" Already, the young cat was bursting with excitement, the words spewing from his mouth with something which caused it to seem all-so impossible to stop.

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Sandpaw stood up and shook the dirt from her pelt, she still felt dirty though. She sat down and decided to clean herself quickly, sending her tongue rasping over her untidy pelt. "Hey, you know you think she-cats are so much better than the tomcats." Sandpaw smiled then said icily, "That's because we are, birdbrain."

"Hm, wanna go bother some of the elders, demanding to hear some of those old stories until they do? Or let's go give that ol' Kestrelstorm a hard time! I really do respect them, mind you, but it's just so much fun to go flouncing at their paws. Maybe, just maybe, he'd take us out on a hunting patrol or teach us a new trick!" Sandpaw shifted her feet uncomfortably, she wanted to see Kestrelstorm. But she knew better than to bother him.

Well, Otterfur certainly wasn't teaching her anything new. The tom was always off living up his warriorhood. It seemed like he had not the slightest care if his apprentice ever became a warrior. So why couldn't Kestrelstorm teach her something new? "Alright, let's go find Kestrelstorm!"

Sandpaw stood, but waited for Badgerpaw to lead the way. If they were headed into trouble she wanted Badgerpaw to be the one leading the way. She was done with tick duty and cleaning out the bedding.

[Crowzerplorodon]

Otterfur couldn't help but twitch his ears in humor as he listened to Badgerpaw give some ideas of what the two could do. In the back of his mind the brown tom felt a bit of longing to know what it would have been to be an apprentice, doing silliest things without getting in much trouble for them. Being able to bother warriors and elders for plain amusement. Having joined PineClan at a warrior age, Otterfur never experienced being an apprentice.

He was jolted out of his thoughts at the sound of his own apprentice's voice, the cat he had come to find. It had dawned on him that he wasn't training with her enough and Otterfur had a feeling the she-cat might be holding a grudge about that. He would have to make it up to her, preferably now, so that they could really get her training going. She was getting older everyday, of course.

A few strands of his long, brown fur caught on the bushes as he came into the open, dirty green eyes gazing at both the apprentices he had been formerly listening too. He was silent for just a moment, choosing his words carefully before speaking.

"Hey Sandpaw and Badgerpaw." Otterfur decided he didn't want to give away that he had heard Badgerpaw's suggested plan. "What have you two been up to?" His tail swished along the ground before he curled it around his paws, giving a cheerful smile to the young cats.

[Emily]

Badgerpaw leaned closer, intensifying the moment, reeling inward as if he were about to breathe a long, silent-kept secret into her twitching ears. Instead, the bashful tomcat cuffed his hunk of a paw over Sandpaw's ears with one, large, and very unsuspected swipe. As the sandy colored she-cat was only just tidying up, Badgerpaw was more than likely to get a playful bat in return as a few stinging retorts and a horrified hiss; the dust and dirt was soon recollecting on her pale fur, floating in large swaths almost peacefully, unlike previously when it had been a swirl of brown particles circulating above the apprentice's head like an awaiting storm.

As usual, Sandpaw was sending him silly little insults, and today was no different as she casually hissed the word: birdbrain. Now, Badgerpaw hadn't heard this one before whereas it was more common for him to be considered a 'mouse-brain' or 'scattered-brain' or 'the over-active, chit-chatty apprentice'. Not, 'birdbrain'. Badgerpaw raised a brow expectantly, and then let a mew of laughter escape his dry mouth, "Birdbrain! That's a new one, and in fact... I remember an elder once said that to me when their moss-bed was dry. I was kind of mad, but then-" He was quickly cut off from his ramble, which happened all to often for the poor tomcat as he was terribly was (yes, a real) scatter-brained apprentice.

Sandpaw certainly had a nervous expression plastered to her face, though it was clear that she was disguising it as soon as she spoke; her charade had already ended for Badgerpaw. "Kestrelstorm," he murmured, oddly quiet for a moment. "Okay, let's go find him!" The young tom frantically floundered through the hollow, his paws nearly causing him to hop up and down like a like a long-legged frog.

Sandpaw was obviously waiting for Badgerpaw to take the lead. This caused Badgerpaw to think differently upon the reasons why, and silently taunted her for a few moments that maybe she was afraid to go about and playfully tease a deputy. Of course, that was not the reason, and in fact, was only because Sandpaw knew better of herself and certainly would find it unfair if she were forced into cleaning the ticks off the elders' pelts - again.

Suddenly a large brown tom appeared, no other than Otterfur, Sandpaw's mentor whom she often commented to always abandon her to bask in the lime light of warriorhood. "Otterfur! Hello!" Badgerpaw greeted frantically, prancing to his side and already starting to chat the young warrior's ears away.

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