Spirits Above

Chapter 9 - Fight

Spiritpaw glanced at Goldenpaw again but the other she-cat just ignored her. For Starclan's sake! We have to come up with a strategy! But alas, Goldenpaw was adamant at ignoring and scowling at her. Honestly, Spiritpaw was on her wit's end and she just wanted to pummel Goldenpaw into the ground for being such a stuck up harebrain!

"Oh my Starclan, Goldenpaw, we have to come up with a strategy! Or something!" Spiritpaw hissed at Goldenpaw who remained silent. She looked kind of sad, weird. Spiritpaw was imagining it, probably. "Stop throwing a hissy-fit. I don't want this as much as you, I don't fancy working with a snake thank you very much, but we have to work together somehow!"

"How dare you call me a snake, you mouseheart!" Goldenpaw hissed back, her eyes full of anger.

"So now I'm a mouseheart? Funny. Really the epitome of your intelligence, my dear sister."

"Oh shut up you-!"

"Apprentices, ready?" Whitefang's mew broke their arguing as he surveyed the apprentices.

Spiritpaw smirked at her sister and padded into position, facing their opponents. Hazelpaw, who was in front of her, silently snarled at her. Featherbrained idiot. To say Spiritpaw was annoyed was an understatement. Spiritpaw internally through at what she would do, she was kind of nervous about this.

"Relax, just do whatever's natural. Remember, if you perform poorly we will have to go over all again." Spiritpaw jostled at the unexpected mew inside of her head.

"What in the Dark Forest is happening? Nightfrost?" Spiritpaw whispered.

"Yup. That's me. I'll help you fight I guess; I don't know how this works this is something new I'm testing out."

"Great, cool, cool, cool. Yeah totally normal, a cat is just invading my conscience. What are you gonna tell me next, that you can possess my body? Tha-"

"Yeah, I probably could do that." Nightfrost cut her off. "Now though, concentrate on your fight. It will start soon."

"Good idea. Just don't distract me, ok?"

Spiritpaw padded up to the 'borderline', rolling her eyes at Goldenpaw's hiss. Stupid mousebrain, she thought. She looked around, the other apprentices were spaced out in a loose semi-circle with Hazelpaw in the middle and Ryepaw in front of Spiritpaw. Isn't it funny that Hazelpaw's ego doesn't allow her to back down? Rabbitpaw is obviously the better fighter out of all the three! Spiritpaw smiled at Ryepaw but felt a bit bad for the smaller cat, Spiritpaw would have to pummel her into the ground, both metaphorically and physically. She once again smiled at her friend and mouthed an apologetic 'sorry'. Ryepaw just shrugged, her fate decided.

"We will be starting right about now." Gustsong's bored voice travelled through the clearing. "Ready, set, fight!"

Spiritpaw leapt into action, flying straight for Ryepaw. Unluckily for her, or luckily for her friend, Ryepaw was able to spring back with a startled yelp. The smaller cat quickly fell into a low defensive position, her eyes darting around aimlessly. Spiritpaw took the chance to run at her; Spiritpaw dived down, turning on her side and going under Ryepaw's underbelly, she raked her soft paws over the other cat and darted upwards and regained her balance. Spiritpaw then turned back to Ryepaw, who was looking rather frustrated with herself. Oh well, I can't just do bad to make her feel better. That made me sound like a horrible cat but I have ambitions and this is an assessment. Spiritpaw hardened her eyes and leapt forwards to Ryepaw, driving her back with quick, sharp front paw blows. Moments later, Spiritpaw saw an opening in the other cat's defences and made full use of the opportunity; Spiritpaw darted forwards and clamped her jaws carefully around Ryepaw's neck.