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Shadepaw was in a good mood - he'd come back from a successful hunt, and had been praised by many of his Clanmates. He hadn't been training long at all, but he seemed to be doing really great, and he was slowly regaining his confidence. Maybe he could put the whole 'rogue attacking him back when he was a kit' thing behind him, and just move on with his life. There was no reason to stay upset and bitter about it - especially not when he was doing so well now.
His confidence led his paws in the direction of a certain apprentice - Pepperpaw. It had only been a few days ago since they had bickered, and Shadepaw longed to take the other apprentice down a peg. Today had to be the day, right? Deep down, he still felt a little nervous, but he ignored that. There was no way he could lose any challenge against Pepperpaw - what skills could the other tom have which Shadepaw lacked? I'm gonna make him look like such an idiot, he'll think twice before acting nasty to anyone again.
"Hey, Pep!" the black tom called as he approached his denmate, wondering with an amused smile how he would feel about the nickname. "I challenge you to a spar! Loser has to clean out the elders bedding tomorrow." His green eyes gleamed eagerly - man, he really wanted to see Pepperpaw cleaning out the elders den. He really had set the stakes high now - he had to win.