So a Crow and a Skunk walk into a Spar....

[Tiabirb]

Skunkstrike
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She was feeling restless. Anxious. She had paced the entire clearing six times over in a weird, wobbly circle. A result from her lack of vision. She was still trying to work her way around the weird sensation of perception that came when one lost vision in one side. She found herself anxious, flinching at something to her left every so often, and she would quietly scold herself for it.

Skunkstrike turned her head a little, seeing a reflective glint on the ground. She frowned and went over to investigate, only to recoil back with a sharp hiss. She had seen her face, but she hadn't recognized it. Peering back into the shallow puddle, Skunkstrike swallowed hard as she looked at her face.
Her eye was dead. Clouded and useless. A fresh scar when across her eye toward her nose, and that in of itself was enough to bring her good eye back to the sightless one. It looked awful. And just thinking that she was using a puddle, a source of water to look at her ugly mug was enough to make her lip curl back into a malicious snarl, and she began to recognize the cat in the water a little more.

Cherryswirl would pay....Skunkstrike vowed that. An eye for an eye. With a growl, low and deep, Skunkstrike struck out at the puddle, destroying the reflection before...an idea came to mind. And very quickly she found just the perfect test subje- er, sparring partner. An apprentice, an older one, with a good bit of weight and just as cruddy vision. So with a wide grin, Skunkstrike slunk her way up to Crowpaw, and she asked, "So...wanna fight?"


And then she gave him the corniest grin ever.

@SpiritedWarrior

[SpiritedWarrior]

Crowpaw
Purrks: Heightened Perception, Agatha Kitty, and Hulk Smash
@Tiabirb

Many warriors in ThunderClan had scars, and he knew it was the same for every other Clan. Many scars were received in fights, some in plain accidents. Crowpaw's scars were not accidental, and although he was insecure about seeing his face at first, he grew to appreciate them. After all, he's showing off the fact that he survived a near death experience with a fox.

He sat in the clearing, licking his paw every so often, remembering the day he had sprained it. Every so often he nearly tripped on it, but for the most part he didn't see or feel much of a change. It had been moons since that happened, and even longer since he got attacked by that fox. Hearing a hiss, Crowpaw looked up to see a she-cat looking at her own reflection. Staring at her scars. That facial expression is all too familiar.

He watched as Skunkstrike hit the puddle and turned. He quickly looked away at a tree, flicking his ear every two mouse-whiskers of time. She's coming to me. Why is she coming to me? Then his question was answered. Oh. "Fight?" Does she mean... spar? Kit-like eagerness lit a spark in the young tom's green eyes. He didn't really know Skunkstrike all that well due to never interacting with her prior to this moment, but it was better late than never! "Sure. I'll fight you."

He returned a smirk of his own and rose to his paws, stretching out his toe beans in preparation. The mud-brown tabby tom then gave a nod, silently offering the she-cat to go first in the spar. She was a she-cat and a warrior, so it was only good manners to let the elderly start what she wanted to do.