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Limbs clashed, and warriors danced.
It was often the way things were whenever the spotted tabby entered the Sandy Ravine, with or without his apprentice there was always an opportunity to learn, always a chance to improve. His challenges to other strong SkyClan warriors were often insistent, and the one before him now was no exception, a former kittypet with so many scars of warfare it was difficult to tell where injury ended and a cat began. The golden tabby was wider than him, heavier by only a pound or two, but the spotted tabby carried the height advantage and used that to swipe when the other and stay out of his range. Silversmoke's pale fur was matted with dust, as was the creature opposite him, neither willing to concede defeat fully. However, whilst the other grew frustrated at the mirrored stubbornness, Silversmoke's eyes were alight with amusement. No noise could break his focus, no moral dilemma could break how much he enjoyed being in the fray.
His opponent charged forward and claws instinctively popped out and dug into the sand. In a swinging motion, he kicked the soft material up, blinding the other as they barreled right through it. The other let out a yowl of surprise, colliding into the former Lead Warrior without nearly the same impact. The golden tabby swung sightlessly and the silver tom ducked, ramming his head into their ribcage, and then leaped atop the staggered creature. Paws settled upon greasy mats upon the other's neck and, as the sun-hued cat began to shake, Silversmoke's hind limbs kicked down upon their back legs until they buckled and collapsed to the earth.
Silversmoke's breaths were quick and hard as if he'd forgotten he needed them for the duration of the fight. He loomed over the other until they gingerly tapped a paw against the sand, then, the spotted tabby released them. "Try that in a real fight and see what happens," the ex-kittypet huffed, bitterness seeping into their tone as they began to move away from the Sandy Ravine. Silversmoke's tail lashed and his head tilted upwards. "If it was a real fight, you'd have been dead the moment the sand hit your eyes." Then again, there was a time when, had their spar been 'real', he may have also sustained serious injuries. A big opponent was one problem; a big, smart opponent, who knew how to maneuver around Silversmoke's poor vision was another danger entirely.
Thankfully, the other had been too smart, believing the warrior would never resort to throwing sand. But the battlefield was where his honour ended, where all that mattered was surviving, and making sure SkyClan survived too.
He closed his maw and looked to the spectators before eventually, his blue and green eyes settled upon Ekat. She was an unknown, a wolf either hiding behind the anxious exterior or not. Still, with adrenaline flowing through his veins, he felt compelled to know. "Spar with me?"
@Ekat