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Event [#event]

Newtbelly
he/him | 24 moons
Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T2, Kitty Softpaws
ShadowClan Enforcer

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Hahah! A grin spread across his face as his claws split hers. Almost immediately, spots of blood were forming on Hazycry's face. He'd hit hard. Now that was satisfying. It wasn't anywhere near as good as bringing her straight to the floor, but it was a wonderful start. She went to counter, aiming at his own face? Was she that predictable? He swerved to his right, dodging it with ease - or so he thought. Within an instant, he felt the sharp burning pain of claws in his skin - No... It couldn't be! He winced in pain and disbelief, but before he could even begin to process what had just happened, jaws were headed right for his leg.

He skirted out of the way, making it by less than a mouse length, and darted to her side. She'd faked him out already, hadn't she? Claws had dug into his face with ease, the blow made even stronger by his very own dodge. Blood reached his mouth quickly. It was bleeding, fast. And it stung like hell. He was left cursing himself - such an easy mistake, such an obvious move. He feared he'd underestimated her already, but he wouldn't continue to do so.

With Hazycry crouched low, he'd take a chance. It was the kind of move they teach apprentices, a survival tactic to allow them to hold their own against warriors, but Newtbelly would be using it his own way. He'd try to leap onto her back, in hopes of landing with his whole weight, and digging his claws as deep as possible. If he managed it, he might be able to hold her down. He may be smaller and lighter than your average cat, but Hazycry would have to be particularly strong to carry the weight of a full-grown cat. And, he liked to think anyone that strong would have pinned him in seconds. Otherwise, if Hazycry were to dodge, or if he were shaken off before he could grasp on, he'd try to rake his claws down her side as he fell.

#newtforcerchallenge

 

Hahah! A grin spread across his face as his claws split hers. Almost immediately, spots of blood were forming on Hazycry's face. He'd hit hard. Now that was satisfying. It wasn't anywhere near as good as bringing her straight to the floor, but it was a wonderful start. She went to counter, aiming at his own face? Was she that predictable? He swerved to his right, dodging it with ease - or so he thought. Within an instant, he felt the sharp burning pain of claws in his skin - No... It couldn't be! He winced in pain and disbelief, but before he could even begin to process what had just happened, jaws were headed right for his leg.

He skirted out of the way, making it by less than a mouse length, and darted to her side. She'd faked him out already, hadn't she? Claws had dug into his face with ease, the blow made even stronger by his very own dodge. Blood reached his mouth quickly. It was bleeding, fast. And it stung like hell. He was left cursing himself - such an easy mistake, such an obvious move. He feared he'd underestimated her already, but he wouldn't continue to do so.

With Hazycry crouched low, he'd take a chance. It was the kind of move they teach apprentices, a survival tactic to allow them to hold their own against warriors, but Newtbelly would be using it his own way. He'd try to leap onto her back, in hopes of landing with his whole weight, and digging his claws as deep as possible. If he managed it, he might be able to hold her down. He may be smaller and lighter than your average cat, but Hazycry would have to be particularly strong to carry the weight of a full-grown cat. And, he liked to think anyone that strong would have pinned him in seconds. Otherwise, if Hazycry were to dodge, or if he were shaken off before he could grasp on, he'd try to rake his claws down her side as he fell.

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