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Darkpaw
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Darkpaw let in a sharp inhale of pain when he made contact with the side of Larkpaw’s face, the force behind the blow being far stronger than he had intended. He was half tempted to nurse the injury but was hit with a wave of satisfaction at the fact that the blow had done what was designed and sent the she-cat sprawling back. The tom figured, of course, that Larkpaw was expecting him to favor his right side more and had planned accordingly for his first attack.

The dark-furred apprentice hadn’t actually done a lot of battle training and was doing a bit of improvising, but he figured he’d manage. He wouldn’t try so hard to do things the 'ShadowClan way' but would fight in a way that felt natural to him.

Darkpaw looked at the lithe she-cat curiously when she made a questioning face at him. By StarClan she had the cutest facial expressions he mused but was quickly caught off guard by the she-cat quickly darting to his side. Having been slightly surprised he wasn’t able to react in time and as such took the brunt of the blow as he attempted to move away sideways. Off balance from the sudden hit as well as his own hurried movement, the tom took a step, only for his injured leg to give out from under him which elicited a panicked yelp as he went tumbling to the ground. He had just gotten on Larkpaw about being distracted and now, here he was, on the ground because he himself had gotten distracted as well.

Aware of his newly compromising position, he rolled away onto his belly to avoid being jumped on and pinned. He then attempted to get up once more before finding himself unable to do so at the moment. ”Why now?” he asked himself angrily under his breath. His earlier attack had done more damage to his already injured shoulder than he realized. The adrenaline had made the pain bearable but that didn’t change that the damage had already been done. Drawing his injured leg close to him, he bristled his fur to appear larger and bared his teeth to try to ward Larkpaw off. He held out his right paw above him to try to swat at his companion should she draw too close while he tried to figure out how to get himself out of this predicament.

[ @Kat ]