Dead or Alive?- Darkness or Light? {Tagged}

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IC:

  Starlingpaw opened his eyes, feeling fur beneath his paws. He was atop Braveheart, who seemed to be struggling to break free. Starlingpaw chuckled in a satisfactory tone before stepping off of the other tom, left ear twitching about. "Seems I've overtaken the great, dark warrior." Starlingpaw teased, his eyes glinting with smugness.

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"Yeah, sure let's go with that." The tom would mumble and cuff the apprentice on his ear again. "I guess we should try a battle move? Here, let me show you a simple one." The tom would mew and ready thought for a moment on how to properly form the move.
"ah, alright, this is a surprise move, used to catch an opponent lunging at you."
The tom would demonstrate by turning his back to a bush low on the ground- covered in thorny muck and leafless. He then looked as if he was about to run but instead he leashed out with his back claws- then flipped around and started thrashing at the bush with his claws unsheathed as if fighting off a raccoon or crazed animal. "See? That's a good defensive maneuver if you're careful enough- you have to let your enemy think you have given up- or are about to flee. This makes them instinctively get ready for chase instead of another lashing- and if you get a good enough blow or two you can give them a good belly rake or two depending on how large the cat is." He would explain. "Try it on the bush like I did, mind the thorns, and claws unsheathed."

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IC:

  Starlingpaw observed his movements closely, tail flicking about. He was then instructed to try it, and he shifted in discomfort. Suppose he were to mess up? Starlingpaw attempted to shake that feeling off, crouching lowly against the ground. A moment passed, and claws protruded from Starlingpaw's back paws. He then flipped around as Braveheart did, clumsily latching his back claws within the bush. He almost immediately fell out of the bush, landing comically on his back, claws still tangled within the bush. He hissed in an irritated fashion.

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Deadheart rushed to the apprentices side, then stopped himself from looking so panicked- "Are you alright?" He would ask and attempt to pull the tom out of the tangled bush and thorns. Sadly the clumsy tom slipped and ended up in the bush with his apprentice- hissing in frustration as well.
"This stupid excuse for a twig really messed up that little session eh?" He would ask trying to joke- but nerves cracked in his voice as he spoke, lifting himself free from the thorns.

"Alright, lift your-self up and try the move on me- claws unsheathed- I want to see how well you are." He told the apprentice- keeping his own talons in his paws- fearing that if he hurt the apprentice that he would run off, or hurt him more than he would intend too- He brushed the thought aside.

"Don't hold back- us dead cat's are used to a few scratches" He would add on and wait for the strike.

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IC:

  Starlingpaw's back claws retracted as he briskly stood upward, a few stray clumps of dirt clinging to the tips of his fur. He crouched once more, an ambitious glint within his optics. He focused on the form of Braveheart, claws slipping out of his four paws. After a few steady breaths, he flipped as he did prior to this, and flung himself towards the tom.

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Darkheart felt claws on him, taking the chance he batted away with sheathed claws- doing his best best to avoid his natural instincts to tear the cat to shreds. Instead he found himself on the loosing side, with a smile though.
Was he proud of this cat? They had only just begun training. . .

OCC- (Your cat can beat him)

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OOC: Okay.

IC:

  Starlingpaw's breath haltered momentarily, his tail lashing as he attempted to overcome his opponent. His thorn-like claws gripped within the fur of Braveheart's hackles, digging to find skin. His back legs slashed messily at the ground as Starlingpaw pulled his entire body on top of Braveheart, ears flicking backward, and shifting his front paws so that they pricked and dug into the warrior's lower neck.

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The warrior would yowl in rage and pain- thrashing about and doing his best not to unsheathe his claws. He would then attempt to knock his opponent aside with his back legs. If he succeeded in this he would throw himself aside from the apprentice and catch his breath- his fur ragged and bloody against his mud covered pelt.

"You put up a good fight." He would mumble through panting.

OCC: (They might just talk now- lol he is worn out)

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OOC: Alrighty

IC:

  Starlingpaw landed firmly on his paws, panting as well. A few moments passed before he spoke, his breath returning to a steady pace. "I s'pose.." Starlingpaw mewed rather modestly, shifting his weight from paw to paw. He didn't exactly know what else to say, so he just continuously averted his gaze towards the ground, ears flicking.

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The tom would lick away the blood from his wounds and settle himself back down. "Who is the leader of LeafClan right now?" He would ask without looking to the tom- still focused on getting the horrible smelling mud out of his pelt. Stupid mud- this stuff get's every where! he would think to himself with a small growl.