Crowpaw
Purrks: Heightened Perception, Agatha Kitty, and Hulk Smash
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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.