Need help on battle skills

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    most of the time i am i a fight and the enamy <-- something, pins me down, saying they are storger and heavier (witch most of the time they are). What do i do to get back up and fight again if i'm pinned down on my back with claws unshealthed on my throut.

    Hmm... Well... Usually you could simply type "(your name) wiggled free of (enemy's name)s grasp, taking advantage of (his/her) small size. Scrambling to (his/her) paws behind them, (he/she) waited, panting." just pretend that it's an actual cat battle!

    ya, i'll try that, i'm not the best at typing my cats fight because one way or an other the enemy always get me caught.

    Well, there is always a way to get out of it. Sometimes you have to lose for the sake of the story, but. . . Well, look for example:


    "So you think you can just trespass in my territory?" Growled a sleek black cat, eyes burning with rage and two rows of sharp teeth glinted under the light of the moon. "You think you can just come and steal my prey, right from under my nose? I think not." The black she-cat pounced aiming for the loner.
    The silver tabby loner jumped out the way just in time and flipped around to land on the black warriors shoulders. The black she-cat grunted as the bigger cat landed on her. She writhed under the pressure of the trespasser.
    Thinking quickly, she went limp under her enemy's paws. The silver tabby gave a grunt of victory and loosened his grip. As soon as the she-cat warrior felt the grip loosen she tensed and threw the bigger cat off. As fast as she could, her body faster than her thoughts, she pounced to land on the tabby's stomach.
    The tabby squealed in pain as the warrior's thorn sharp claws dug into his soft underbelly. As quick as a flash, the black she-cat lunged at the tabby's neck and finished him off.


    Now, I bolded the ways the cats got free. I underlined the attack methods. The black she-cat's moves are black and the tabby's are red.

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