Just the two of us fighting{Open}

Goldleaf flicked her ear and looked up from her mouse.

^{The brown tom lifted his head from the sparrow he'd been systematically plucking feathers from. The head guard glanced at Bloomingflower and then down to his bird before shoving it back into the pile with a light smile.
"Alright then. Sure." Wolfsong rose to his paws and stepped away from the freshkill pile to face the she-cat.
"Ladies first."}

Goldleaf stoo, picking up her mouse, and padded over to the far side of the clearing. She sat back down again, watching the two curiously.

[size=8][color=black]Puertokit pricked her ears at the sound of a spar, a small smile growing on her maw. Perched on her back was Paprika, her pet owl, who was chirping and hooting furiously about something random. The black and white she-cat lashed her tail to silence the snowy owl and started to watch the spar. Though, after a few seconds, she subconsciously took a few steps back. The daughter of Cinnamontwist and Centurythunder had some OCD in her, and didn't want to get coated with dirt.

^{"Has being a guard taught you nothing?" The brown tom would have rolled his eyes but rather he opted to dance back and then sharply dip to the side out of her path, from there he was prepared to keep moving if she whirled around to follow him.
"Attacking directly from the front will not win you a single battle." Granted she didn't turn after he initially dodged her attack he'd aim a swift swing of his claws at her back.}

Goldleaf swallowed the last of her prey and sat up, green eyes gleaming. She lookedon in interest.

ooc: idk what i should do

ooc: what should I do?!?

ic:

^{"If you haven't forgotten you were demoted from assistant deputy." The tom commented back, "Titles mean nothing in war!"
When she lunged to his side he turned to meet her and lunged forward himself with his head down to try and headbutt her in the chest, he'd get his shoulders scratched up from her claws but if it worked he'd send her flying to the ground with ease.}

^{{ooc; hazel, you decide yourself what your cat does in an RP. :3}}

OOC: *shrugs* okay.

IC: Goldkit (i changed her to a kit, I have an idea :3) padded to the white owl and poked it in the back.

[size=8][color=black]Paprika narrowed her amber eyes in protest, flapping her wings and clinging to the nearest tree. Kits these days. So freaking annoying.

Puertokit gave Goldkit a glare as well, trotting over to the trunk of the tree and continuing to watch the spar.

Goldkit hopped after her. "Whats its ame?" she squeaked, only 1 moon old.

[size=8]Puertokit didn't answer, annoyed by the kitten. [color=navy]"Go away and watch the spar like a normal kit." She wasn't usually this snappy, but Goldkit got on her nerves.

^{How is she bleeding if I only knocked her over? Ah, whatever. The brown tom jumped back and watched her run to the tree and then climb it and he would have smacked himself in the face in despair had he not been busy trotting briskly away from the branch she went to long before she'd managed to get to a far enough point to overlook him.
When she jumped she'd find herself landing on the ground as he was now back near the freshkill pile and away from the trees.
"You are aware that climbing a tree takes time and for that to even work I'd have to be unable to move to begin with which I'm clearly not." But even a cripple could have crawled away before she'd managed to reach him.
"You aren't even trying." Wolfsong gave a hiss before rushing towards her and, at the last second, swinging to the side and lashing out with a sheathed paw to try and cuff her upside the head.}

^{The head guard gave an irritable growl as she managed to get a hold of his leg but he was a large cat and there was no way she could make him fall over from just grabbing one of his legs.
Honestly.
He had three others.
In annoyance he kicked at her face with his free back-leg and then turned sharply to wretch his free before slamming his forepaws down at her as well.
"What. Are. You. Doing." Wolfsong was furious. "Fight. PROPERLY."}