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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 28, 2016 18:01:50 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 28, 2016 18:01:50 GMT

Waking up early was not easy. In fact, it felt like the combined power of StarClan was keeping Shellpaw's eyelids closed. Vaguely half awake, Shellpaw tried to ignore the little voice in the back of her mind telling her she had to get up. Her nest was just so comfy! Tallpaw was snoring softly in the nest beside hers and against her back Shellpaw could feel the heat radiating off of Smallpaw. For being so little the she-cat put off a lot of heat and that warmth made Shellpaw even more reluctant to leave her den for the gusty pre-dawn camp. She knew as soon as she opened her eyes everything would be gloomy except for one horizon where the sun was making the horizon blush. The stars would still be speckled over the highest point in the sky and all throughout camp warriors, apprentices, elders, queens and kits would be tucked up in their nests fast asleep. Only the sparse nighttime sentries would be up still, their eyes glowing out of the gloom.

Still...the voice in the back of her mind reminded Shellpaw quite pointedly that Whitewolf had said to meet him at the river by dawn. If she wanted to be on time she would have to get up otherwise she wouldn't have time to eat. As though on cue her belly gurgled, reminding her quite pointedly that she'd been too tired to eat much the night before. Whitewolf was a serious warrior and a serious mentor. They trained hard, even though Shellpaw hadn't been an apprentice for long. It was usually ok since he could usually tell when Shellpaw was winding down and running out of energy but the day before had been long and tiresome for both of them so when they'd gotten back to camp Shellpaw had nibbled on a mouse and crawled into her nest. Now she had to crawl out of it.

Doing just that the mostly white she-cat stumbled blearily from her nest. Eyes only half open, Shellpaw stumbled her way over her denmates trying to not step on anyone's tails. It was a near miss for Rainpaw whom was curled up in front of the den entrance but Shellpaw managed to murmur an apology before stepping into the camp clearing. As she'd predicted the day was breezy, the air cool against her sleep-warmed fur. Putting her face to the wind, Shellpaw breathed in the scents of RiverClan mornings, letting the cool gust of wind chase the sleep from her eyes. It worked a bit, rousing Shellpaw enough to get both of her green eyes open. With both eyes open however...Shellpaw realized she was running late. The sun was starting to peek over the horizon already! With a yelp, Shellpaw wheeled around and dashed for the camp entrance, flying past the freshkill pile, bounding over the steppingstones that led off of the camp island.

Tail fluffed up in alarm and the morning sun chasing her back, Shellpaw bounded through the marshy reeds that decorated RiverClan's territory. A dove was startled by her passing and went fluttering into the sky but Shellpaw paid it no heed. She didn't have time to eat, hunt or be sneaky today, oh no. Whitewolf liked punctuality and usually Shellpaw was at least better about dragging herself upright in the morning. Not today. She'd spent too much time dozing. Leaping over a fallen log, the calico she-cat ran headlong into a bed of cattails beside a bubbling brook, running along the brook to where it fed back into the river. Once her paws hit gravely sand, Shellpaw slid to a halt, panting and looking around for her snowy white mentor. Surely he hadn't left already? She wasn't that late...Right?

"Whitewolf?" Shellpaw called, padding toward a weeping willow growing beside the river, it's flexible branches dipping into the shallow water. "Are you here? Sorry I'm late...I overslept."

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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 28, 2016 19:01:28 GMT

Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Feb 28, 2016 19:01:28 GMT

    Whitewolf forces his body to wake just before the cusp of dawn. He can tell this from the beginnings of the sun’s light chasing away the darkness of night. The large tom rises from his nest, stepping over the sleeping lumps of his peers with practiced ease. He steps out into the camp clearing, cool newleaf morning air rustling his thick white fur. The river surrounding their small island is just about the only sound this early with the addition of some croaking frogs that seem determined that this is the time they should be making that much racket. He stretches with his forward steps, one leg after the other, in an attempt to work out any stiffness.

    He and his new apprentice’s last training session had gone… well, he supposes. When Whitewolf was chosen to have such a small, unsuspecting she-cat working under him, he honestly had not expected much from her. Her size alone puts her at a disadvantage, and Whitewolf finds himself knocking her on her haunches more often than not. He cannot help but feel that Shellpaw is definitely the wrong apprentice for him. Could Magpiestar not have seen that a slight, kindly apprentice was his polar opposite?

    Whitewolf had not even wanted one to begin with, but how would it had looked, had he refused?

    The warrior chooses a silver-scaled fish from the fresh-kill pile and quickly peels past its slick flesh to eat; couldn’t train on an empty stomach. He finishes quickly, and disposes of the carcass after he swims across, away from camp. Even though newleaf is well underway, the river water proves to stay quite chilled from the cold season. Whitewolf shakes himself, sending a thin showering of water to his surroundings.

    He follows the river’s path, knowing a bank sandier than most that is perfect for battle training, especially if one tends to send their apprentice sprawling onto the ground. A willow tree serves as a landmark, it’s drooping branches hanging languidly down to the water’s surface. Fish like to hide where they are submerged, he knows, something he makes note of to mention to Shellpaw on a different day.

    The sun is now peeking over the horizon, spilling the colors of dawn over the rather serene area. Whitewolf starts to groom his fur while he waits, smoothing the damp hairs with his tongue. He’s swiping his paw over his forehead when he hears her small pawsteps racing, the thud as she jumps and lands. Then he sees her, white chest heaving. Must’ve ran, he thinks; starting out your battle training session already exerted is not—desirable. Sighing under his breath, he stands to his full height, is she always that loud?

    "Catch your breath." He mews evenly, inwardly hoping that eventually she'd develop at least a little endurance, can't have her winded after simply running. Whitewolf has to keep reminding himself that, she's not like you, you know, and he responds to himself like, yeah, yeah, I know. He begins to shake his head slightly, watching her. "No, breathe deep through your nose, out your mouth. It helps."

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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 28, 2016 19:23:39 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 28, 2016 19:23:39 GMT

Whitewolf wasn't the kind to raise his voice, that much Shellpaw knew for sure. They hadn't been paired together long but the other apprentices had talked about it when Shellpaw and her siblings first joined the apprentice den. Apparently Whitewolf was rather intimidating to the others, a warrior they generally avoided or at the very least tried not to annoy. Shellpaw didn't understand their fear entirely. Yes the white pelted tom was larger and had the scar over his eye but that didn't make him frightening. He seldom spoke and spent a lot of time on his own but that was okay. Maybe he liked his privacy? She'd tried not to let the words of her denmates ruffle her fur but...the look on Whitewolf's face when he thought Shellpaw wasn't looking made it hard. He just always looked...disappointed? No that wasn't right...unsettled maybe. Shellpaw didn't blame him though. She wasn't exactly the type of apprentice a cat like him would normally get...at least she didn't think so. He probably would have done better with her brother, Lionpaw, a larger tom that took knocks a bit better than Shellpaw. Still, the calico smiled at her mentor and padded toward him when she caught sight of his sunlit pelt.

Breathing the way Whitewolf suggested, Shellpaw caught her breath back, picking her way toward the larger tomcat. Her steps were light now that she wasn't in a panicked rush. She stopped several feet from Whitewolf, a split second of hesitation pausing her steps. Normally Whitewolf liked to practice fighting like they had done for the last several days so Shellpaw could only assume they would be doing the same today. A small smile ticked one side of Shellpaw's lips up as she thought of her brother, Sunpaw. He would hate this. Physical exertion was never his favorite thing though he liked swimming. Non-stop battle training though...that would be a bit much for him but Shellpaw didn't mind it. She wasn't the most graceful fighter and often tripped or got a maneuver wrong but she tried anyway. Some of Whitewolf's techniques required size and muscle that Shellpaw simply didn't have (yet) but that couldn't stop the calico from giving it a go.

The gravely texture of the sand under foot helped Shellpaw focus as she shifted her paws to the battle ready stance Whitewolf had taught her. Her form wasn't perfect but she tried...she'd been practicing with some of the other apprentices so it was getting better. Lionpaw hadn't been much help but the other apprentices, older ones, were fairly nice and willing to lend her a paw. The motion was becoming more habitual. By the time the next Gathering rolled around Shellpaw would probably be able to do it in her sleep. One or two of her helpers had commented on how strange it was Whitewolf was starting off training with fighting instead of hunting or fishing or swimming. Shellpaw didn't mind though. After her near drowning before becoming an apprentice Shellpaw wasn't terribly eager to go swimming or fishing. She'd have to eventually but hopefully by the time she did she'd stop dreaming about drowning.

For now, the green-eyed apprentice took a deep breath and let it out slowly, watching her mentor. If her heartbeat kicked up a little well...who could blame her for being a bit nervous? Whitewolf was usually very calm but he fought...very powerfully. Shellpaw wasn't sure if it was her youth and inexperience or general inept fighting ability that kept her from keeping up with her mentor but hopefully they'd start closing the gap soon.

NOTES;; sorry no dialogue! wasn't sure what to say xD
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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 28, 2016 19:55:24 GMT

Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Feb 28, 2016 19:55:24 GMT

    He allows himself a brief respite of being pleased that she heeded his advice; Shellpaw does not do everything wrong, after all, and though he had initially feared taking on an unruly apprentice, she turns out to have less of a rebellious streak than some. Just as well, because Whitewolf doubts he would have little patience for the aforementioned.

    Yellow eyes watch as she stoops down into position. Though he is surprised by her initiative at first, he would not have it any other way. Whitewolf cocks his head and begins to pad circles around her, studying her weight distributions and paw placements.

    "Remember to keep your head tucked slightly when in stance; expose your neck as little as possible. You're not a turtle reaching for a clover."

    "Hm, back legs too close together. Need to widen for balance." He uses one front paw to spread her back legs a little further apart, the same paw to move her tail in a level position. "Tail lies flat for most techniques: balance again."

    When it comes to battle training, Whitewolf has little reserve as far as personal space is concerned. In truth, fights themselves are rather intimate experiences; nothing quite so personal as spilling blood on some other cat. On a daily basis, Whitewolf would prefer not to be touched without reason, but in the heat of training, touch came as essentially as breathing.

    He steps back once in front of her again, taking her in now that she is in right positioning. Whitewolf's whiskers flicker in a considering way; Shellpaw is still so small to him, a trait he is having great trouble disregarding, but because one couldn't dismiss something like that. Some of the techniques that came easy to him would be near impossible for her to perform. He has had to reform many tactics to suit her; whereas in his training as an apprentice, he was taught how to shake off a smaller opponent, he would need to teach Shellpaw how to do the reverse.

Whitewolf finally nods, moving himself so they are a couple tail-lengths apart. With an unmatched fluidity he copies her with a clear knowledge of how to position himself, his stance practically flawless. "Right, then." He meows. "So, I'm your enemy. How are you going to attack?" The fur along his spine raises, mostly for added effect.
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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 28, 2016 20:58:43 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 28, 2016 20:58:43 GMT

'He sure doesn't miss a thing,' Shellpaw thought as her mentor circled around her. Carefully shifting her feet, lowering her tail and overall trying to do as the white tom asked, Shellpaw honestly couldn't tell much difference in her stance. Still, she trusted Whitewolf's advice. He probably didn't want her to get her neck snapped or tail bitten off during a fight which the young calico could appreciate. It was a bit disheartening though, to hear only what she was doing wrong. Praise might as well have been an endangered species. Or nonexistent. Oh well. Shellpaw shifted this way and that with Whitewolf's guidance until the white tom at last seemed satisfied. Trying to hold the pose, Shellpaw watched the bigger tom pad away from her and take up his own position.

'So, I'm your enemy. How are you going to attack?'

Ears perked, Shellpaw tried not to panic. Lionpaw always told her off when she froze up during wrestling games, said she ruined the fun. This time though Shellpaw felt like it was justified. If she was faced with a fully grown warrior like Whitewolf in an actual battle...what in StarClan's name would she actually do? Great question...no answers from the swaying reeds or the river rushing by. Shellpaw tried to focus, she really did. Whitewolf wasn't known for his patience after all but it was hard to find a nick in the tom's defense. He looked big and intimidating, exactly the kind of cat Shellpaw didn't want to mess with. 'But he's right,' Shellpaw thought, tensing slightly, 'I'll have to deal with it eventually. What would I do?'

The first answer that came to mind was the scratched eye. But that wouldn't work, Whitewolf wasn't blind because of the scar, it was just an old scratch. He was big...if she lunged and dived maybe she could scratch up his belly...or she'd just get trapped between his legs where his claws were. Shellpaw wracked her brain trying to find something clever to do, maybe something one of the older apprentices had told her about...Nothing came to mind. Whitewolf looked solid, immovable like one of the Sunningrocks. She was too small to knock him off balance and she definitely didn't want to go sticking claws into him. Even though he probably wouldn't mind Shellpaw still wasn't comfortable with putting claws to her clanmates even if it was in the sake of training. If she were bigger she could try to knock him into the water but she didn't particularly want to go there either.

'Well..I have to do something,' Shellpaw thought.

Taking a deep breath the young apprentice bounded forward like she was just going to blindly charge him. One of the older apprentices had told her about this...maybe Tallpaw or something. When she was nearly to Whitewolf, Shellpaw bunched up her muscles and jumped up, unsheathing her claws. With any luck she'd catch her mentor by surprise and be able to grab onto his shoulders. It was a risky maneuver because it put her belly near his jaws but she curved her spine as she dropped hoping to guard her soft belly. Unsheathing her claws, Shellpaw tensed and hoped she was actually able to grab Whitewolf's shoulders. If not this was going to be painful.

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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 29, 2016 0:03:46 GMT

Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Feb 29, 2016 0:03:46 GMT

    She seems to think for what feels like moons, to him. His bright gaze searches her face, his own expression questioning. You going to do something or are we just going to stand here?

    He’s positive that his pelt has completely dried in the time it has taken her to make a decision: a frontal assault. Whitewolf has to keep his eyes from rolling in their sockets. Really, that’s the best she’d come up with in the allotted time frame? When she springs into the air he’s all but processed her next move. His neck cranes to watch her technique though, the strain uncomfortable, but he has to see every error if he is to teach her properly. Perhaps the best thing she does is tuck her middle inward, giving him less of an opportunity to strikes at the vulnerable flesh there.

    By the time he hears her claws unsheathe, Whitewolf has already ducked to the side, letting his apprentice thud harmlessly to the sandy ground below.

    "Shellpaw," he exhales, trying to keep the impatience out of his tone, "you can't take that long in a fight. Would I have been your attacker, I could have had you in the paws of StarClan in your hesitance." A little bit brash but true.

    If she had chosen the attack immediately, there might have been a different ending. He doesn't wait for any disappointment from her behalf, figuring, though, that he should probably at least give her some solace: "Normally, that would have been a good move, and you were right to keep your belly sucked in." My claws could have ripped it open, he refrains from adding. "I'm stronger and larger, but you should be able to beat me in speed. Distract me, give me something else to think about, and then take the leap." Whitewolf instructs, hoping this time she would take some creative initiative. Sparring, fighting is all a dance, one takes turns trading blows, dodging hits, retaliating. In battle, there is no strict how-to, and there is always room for personal addendum.

    Whitewolf repositions himself again, the same stance as before. "Again."
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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 29, 2016 0:33:51 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 29, 2016 0:33:51 GMT

Not too surprisingly...Whitewolf saw her coming. Shellpaw felt a flash of annoyance and disappointment mere moments before she collided with the ground as her mentor sidestepped her dive. She didn't have time to recover and in short the laws of physics had the little calico tumbling to the ground. Thankfully the riverbank sand was softer than normal earth so Shellpaw landed with a huff but was unharmed. Needless to say it wasn't the first time she'd bitten the dust while being Whitewolf's appearance. She'd probably know the flavor of dirt and sand better than fish by the time she became a warrior. If she ever did. Shoving the thought away, Shellpaw heaved herself up and shook off some of the loose sand on her fur. Whitewolf was already talking when Shellpaw turned to face him again, chiding her for taking too long. A prickle of annoyance tickled the she-cat's mind but she tried to push it back. Whitewolf wasn't wrong, she had taken too long. That was the problem- she always took too long...or tripped or did something predictable. The older tom could see her coming a mile away.

'But he's supposed to,' Shellpaw reminded herself, forcing her tensed shoulders to relax. 'He's my mentor...I've only been doing this for a few days.'

Taking a deep breath the young apprentice dropped back into a battle ready stance. She kept her tail low and tried to keep her weight even between her four limbs. She had to distract him? StarClan's nose...how was she supposed to...Oh!

This time when Whitewolf called her forward, Shellpaw moved. If she stood still too long she'd think too hard and Whitewolf would get mad (or as mad as he ever got). So, Shellpaw dashed forward and swiped at the ground with her paw. The idea was to throw sand in Whitewolf's face but that involved getting close. Instead of going straight at her mentor, this time Shellpaw took a gently curved path toward Whitewolf's left side, throwing sand at his face as he turned to follow her movement. Heart beating rabbit-fast in her rib cage, Shellpaw swerved to the right toward Whitewolf's right side and lunged forward. She wasn't aiming at his face this time, but instead his right shoulder. The hope was that he'd look to the left, maybe even flinch when the sand hit his eyes if she was really lucky. If that happened...Shellpaw could grab onto his shoulder.

'Here goes nothing!'

Lunging forward, Shellpaw aimed to sink her claws into her mentor's shoulder, hoping her meager weight might throw him off balance. What would come next after that...well don't ask Shellpaw. If things went according to history, Whitewolf would sidestep her attack or wheel around and send her flying with an unintentionally powerful strike. At this point Shellpaw anticipated either.

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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 29, 2016 1:44:04 GMT

Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Feb 29, 2016 1:44:04 GMT

    Whitewolf has never been more pleased to have sand thrown in his face. He had watched as she sped forward, anticipated the way her paw struck the ground would send granules flying. He has to close his eyes to keep it from blinding him, and unfortunate and fortunate circumstance all at the same time; Shellpaw would have an opening now.

    The sand stings his nose, and he has to spend a a heartbeat to shake it off. His open just in time to feel a set of small claws latch onto his thick pelt. At this point, an experience attacker would have gone for the back of his neck, to the spot where his vertebrae is most vulnerable, but his apprentice stayed in place, presumably attempting not to lose her grip. Though for Whitewolf, this is exactly what he is going to make her do.

    Barely allowing her time to think, the great tom bounces on his front paws and then rears backward until vertical. Then, he lets himself rock backwards until nature pulls him back towards the ground. He allows his weight to press on her just long enough so that she releases, and once he feels her claws retract, he leaps away, skidding in the pliant sand.

    Whitewolf shakes dirt from his otherwise spotless pelt, exhaling something akin to a chuckle. "Not bad." He admits. "Using the sand made me unable to watch your movements, and—"

    Oh, she's still on the ground. "Hey, you alright?" Certainly he hadn't truly injured her, force the air from her chest, maybe, but not hurt, not really. Training Shellpaw would be a long and grueling thing if every time he turns the tables she's liable for injury.
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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 29, 2016 2:16:50 GMT

Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 29, 2016 2:16:50 GMT

Yes! Shellpaw had been able to latch on to Whitewolf's thick pelt but...now what? For a split second Shellpaw panicked, claws latched on to her mentor's shoulder. What now? She didn't want to hurt him and the only thing she could think of would be to bite down on his shoulder or try to lunge for his neck...but...Whitewolf wasn't an enemy! What do you do when you get this far in a wrestling or sparring match? Luckily Shellpaw didn't have to think about it for too long because the bigger cat was moving. A yelp was pulled out of Shellpaw's shoulder when Whitewolf reared onto his hind legs, yanking Shellpaw along as though she weighed no more than a leaf. So much for hindering his balance...Sinking her claws deeper into his fur, Shellpaw had to focus on not being dropped or accidentally letting go. Again Shellpaw didn't have to worry about that for too long because Whitewolf was still moving. At the last second Shellpaw realized what the tom was going to do but it was too late to let go.

Whitewolf hit the sandy ground and so did Shellpaw. The young she-cat tried to yowl in surprise but all that came out was a mere wheezing squeak because Whitewolf was rolling over her. The weight of the bigger tom punched the air from Shellpaw's lungs and left her wheezing. For a moment all she could see was blackness and feel the weight of her mentor as he moved over her. Her mouth, previously opened to yowl, was full of fur for a second before it was gone. If Whitewolf hadn't moved quickly Shellpaw probably would have bitten down in panic to get him to move but the bigger cat wasn't trying to squash her so he didn't linger. He rolled right to his feet while Shellpaw went limp on the bank and coughed in gasping breaths.

'Not bad. Using the sand made me unable to watch your movements, and—Hey, you alright?'

Uh-oh...time to get off the ground. Sucking in a breath, Shellpaw tried to calm her racing heart. Whitewolf hadn't been trying to crush her but...in the future someone else might. Maybe she shouldn't have hesitated in biting down...Oh well. Maybe next time. Rolling to her feet, Shellpaw shook herself to get the sand out of her fur again. Grinning, the mostly white she-cat nodded to Whitewolf. "I'm alright." Bouncing a bit, Shellpaw scampered back a few paces from her mentor so they were sparring distance apart again. "I shouldn't have hesitated. But I'll do better next time." Shellpaw smiled at her mentor, shifting again so she was ready to pounce again.

Per their previous spars Shellpaw was certain Whitewolf wouldn't waste much time on the "are you alright" question. It didn't seem to be in his nature and that was okay. Shellpaw could handle her share of bumps and bruises, after all she was RiverClan stock. They didn't just give up because one maneuver didn't work the first time around. She wouldn't be able to catch him the same way twice though. The sand trick wouldn't work again...he'd probably back away from her when she charged him so now she had to think of something different. Somehow. Shellpaw hated to admit it but she wasn't terribly creative with battle strategies. It just didn't work for her. It had taken getting thrown twice for her to even get close to Whitewolf the first time.

"I'll get it right, promise," Shellpaw meowed, tipping her head in a way that made her look vaguely curious. "Do you want me to do it again or try something different?"

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[a girl worth fighting for] whitewolf Feb 29, 2016 2:50:35 GMT

Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Feb 29, 2016 2:50:35 GMT

    Whitewolf is, for the most, unconvinced but shrugs. "Alright."

    As she returns to her crouch and poses her question, he decides it's a fair one. He's not sure he could stand another of the same attack, unsure as a mentor when to draw the line of letting the apprentice get a hit in or never letting them hit you at all. If he wanted, Shellpaw could not touch him. While speed is not his greatest asset, Whitewolf does not lack in agility and dexterity; he is just as used to dealing a blow as he is avoiding one. This is all a new concept for him, the whole training an apprentice. Is he supposed to let her confidence build, or..?

When he and his late mentor, Strongjaw, had trained it was a relentless give and take. Strongjaw would push him until he was close to breaking, and any hit on his mentor he'd earned, tooth and claw. But, slight Shellpaw, he could really injure if he does not apply a handicap to his usual tactics.

Whitewolf clears his throat. "Probably won't be able to pull that one on me twice. Though, might be able to follow through with it after a different attack." He concedes, still wanting her to be able to perform a move through to the finish without mistakes.

    "This time, I'll attack." Whitewolf explains, lowering his body and centering his weight.

Sensing she is ready as she'll ever be, the large tom surges forward, belly skimming the ground almost uncomfortably before his spine bows and gives him power for his next strike. He intends to bring his sheathed paw down onto Shellpaw's head: a stun move. If successful he could use the advantage of her dazed condition to tackle her to the ground or toss her, effectively lengthening the time it would take for her to actually respond. However, the mentor side of him hopes she will be quick in her thoughts.

She could honestly take it several directions, ducking and rolling away from him, taking advantage of his slightly bared chest to knock him back or using her size to her advantage by slipping beneath him and rolling before using her back legs to push him back (this one usually a little painful when done correctly).
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