- Apr 2, 2023
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𓆝 . ° ✦ Mosspool considered herself fairly adept at sparring, especially since her victory over Petalstep, which made it all the more frustrating to find her on the backfoot against Dawnstorm.
Her lungs burned with effort as she took a moment to breath, eyeing her opponent warily. She was fully prepared for him to leap at her, interrupting her attempt to find respite, but he made no such attempt. They were both in dire need of this brief moment of calm. The sparring match had been going on for longer than either could have anticipated. The rules they had settled upon were simple; they would go until one of them pinned the other. However, they had been trading blows for a while now with neither of them able to find anything decisive, and had thus settled into a war of attrition that she was decidedly losing. Out of breath and with her paws beginning to ache, she needed to find an opening soon or exhaustion might beat her even if Dawnstorm didn't.
Tensing her muscles, she hardened her resolve. She hadn't lost yet. With a sudden speed that was surprising given her exhaustion, she darted forward aiming to slam into Dawnstorm - probably harder than she should have - and force them to the ground so she could pin them quickly. Mosspool needed to end this now
Her lungs burned with effort as she took a moment to breath, eyeing her opponent warily. She was fully prepared for him to leap at her, interrupting her attempt to find respite, but he made no such attempt. They were both in dire need of this brief moment of calm. The sparring match had been going on for longer than either could have anticipated. The rules they had settled upon were simple; they would go until one of them pinned the other. However, they had been trading blows for a while now with neither of them able to find anything decisive, and had thus settled into a war of attrition that she was decidedly losing. Out of breath and with her paws beginning to ache, she needed to find an opening soon or exhaustion might beat her even if Dawnstorm didn't.
Tensing her muscles, she hardened her resolve. She hadn't lost yet. With a sudden speed that was surprising given her exhaustion, she darted forward aiming to slam into Dawnstorm - probably harder than she should have - and force them to the ground so she could pin them quickly. Mosspool needed to end this now
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- ooc: — wait for dawnstorm
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MOSSPOOL — SHE/HER・ 12 MOONS ・ WARRIOR & RIVERCLAN ・ PENNED BY @empyrean !