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Originally Posted by Tallstar
Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks:Shadow fiend
Flytail’s legs buckled slightly under the force of Newtbelly’s attempt, a sharp sting of impact grazing his side as the younger tom managed to land a solid bite. The hit was enough to shake him, but not enough to unseat him entirely. His paws dug deeper into the earth, muscles rippling as he fought to stay grounded. He felt the air leave him, a brief moment of vulnerability, but the shock was fleeting. With a growl of effort, Flytail shifted his weight, using the momentum to roll away from Newtbelly’s grasp. He wasn’t about to let the younger tom gain the upper paw—not yet. His body flexed, recovering quickly, his stance widening as he prepared to counter. Despite the sting in his side, he wasn’t nearly as weakened as Newtbelly might have hoped. The struggle had only just begun. @ sleepyyjax |
Newtbelly 
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T1 | 23 moons
ShadowClan Enforcer
header: @/daragca
"C'mon Flytail," He teased, as the tom rolled away. He dashed after him. He couldn't be bothered with small moves any more, he wanted this fight to speed up! Both forepaws were outstretched, as he lept forward in an attempt to force Flytail's sturdy head straight down into the earth. "Stop playing it safe, come at me!" He yelled as he flew toward him, it was almost a battle cry. Flytail had age and experience on his side. Owlthroat could best Newtbelly in seconds, and seeing as this was his brother, it only made sense. He wanted to see him full force, he wanted to know what the grey warrior was truly capable of.
Not only that, though. He'd realised: Flytail must be busy observing, calculating, analysing Newtbelly's moves. He couldn't allow him the time to do that.