got a fist full of whiskey, b(o)ttle just bit me~

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    [justify]Damn, he was wound up. The friskey ebony tom shuffled through camp, half-tail high in the air. "Spar, anyone?" He shouted, sheathing and unsheathing his long, knife-like claws. The first tier wore a gruesome grin in his features, one that could send shivers down your spine. Licking the blood off his fangs from a desert hare he had caught earlier, Mercutio let a chilling laugh spill out.[/justify]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; ][size=8]"No thank you for me I'd rather observe the clans current skillset." The serval warlord commented as she padded up. She looked like an innocent femme minus the dog tags and cross shaped scars but Aima was really anything but. Sitting there the female waited for someone to take challenge unde robservation with her companion nearby.


    Imaginedragons approached and considered a spar, nah, he was still sore from that scrap with his bro in crime Amoux. Amoux was wolf, he was very very sore. The handsome chocolate and white tom chuckled. "I think I'll watch to, fought my wolf buddy yesterday and I'm sore as hell." He called with a chuckle sitting there with a grin. Nothing he loved mroe than good entertainment.

    [justify]"You won't be disappointed on my half." Mercutio promised, his half-tail lashing in anticipation. "If, that is, anyone's brave enough to get their ass over here." The ebony tom was more than ready for a way to test his skills, and what better way than a public BloodClan spar? [/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]Oh goody, this should be fun! "Count me in. I've been looking forward to seeing you fight." Mary said with a purr. Her once lively sapphire orbs burned with dark intensity; a lust for a fight. That was one of the few things the sable pixiebob had inherited from her father. The young wildcat hybrid trotted over to Mercutio and flashed a wide grin, eagerness written all over her dark features. "Let the games begin."

    Scaletail sat down to watch the fight with interest. He did like to see his clanmates skills after all. The young warrior found it easier to observe and pick up the skills from them. The gray tom was always looking to improve after all.

    [justify]Damn, it was that she-cat from earlier when he was playing with the kits! Mer was in for a good fight. "Ahh ... you're not the only one looking forward to this." A dark purr rumbled in his throat. "This should be good, considering I'm not gonna take it easy on you." A mischievous grin spread across the ebony tom's facial features. "Your move first."[/justify]

    [justify]"Can I try, mister?" Britishkit asked curiously. The one moon old kit's eyes were wide with interested as he crept over towards the group. The son of Hestiapaw and Dailyregrets placed his rump in the sand next to Aima. "Hi!" he squeaked.[/justify]

    [justify][font=georgia]"Well that good. I'm not innocent enough to be taken lightly." came her smooth reply. The sable hybrid began to circle, body low to the ground and paws wide. Her sapphire eyes glittered eagerly. She completed a half circle before she attacked, striking a quick blow to his jaw before leaping backwards. Just because she was a bobcat mix and a Bloodclanner didn't mean she had to go all out in the beginning.

    [justify]As she leapt in, aiming for his jaw, Mercutio backed up just slightly to dodge, the blow barely grazing his cheek. He caught sight of a cactus near her, giving him his first idea. The ebony black tom ran toward her and leapt at her, paws stretched out to embrace her. His golden orbs were lit with an adrenaline rush.[/justify]

    Scaletail watched in interest as he watched the two cats wondering who was going to come out on top in this fight. The two warriors seemed pretty evenly matched to him, and now it was just a matter of watching and waiting.

    Zeuspaw followed up behind his Nephew, Britishkit.
    his tail was trailing behind like a flat broom.
    cutting up the sand footsteps all up into nothing,
    watching the intense of the battle begun before
    his dark green orbs that shined with amusement
    purely spilled out all over them.
    Taking mental notes of every move they made in the spar.