| POV: Pigeonpurr | I laugh in the chimera's face. "Um.. patrol?" I repeat mockingly. My mentor Saltspeck always tells me to make the enemy feel smaller, so I adopt a disdainful tone. To my surprise, instead of backing down, they unsheathe their claws and glare straight into my eyes. "Say that again," they growl. I roll my eyes. "Oh, look at the wittle-" And then I'm interrupted by the chimera lunging straight at me. Their claws graze my muzzle, and I yelp, stumbling back. They skid a few feet away in the grass, teeth bared. "Wittle *what*?" they hiss, rearing up to strike again. I recover fast, licking the bl00d from my muzzle and unsheathing my own claws. "Wittle *kit*, being brave for their fwends." I grin, showing off my abnormally long incisors. "Now fight me, 'pad." I notice our mentors doing nothing to help either of us. They're just watching, eyes wide with anticipation and/or glee, not moving a muscle, not attacking the other side. "I'll go easy on him, put on a little show for-" I'm cut off again by the 'purr yowling and charging at me. This time, I dodge and let them breeze past me. "I'll show you!" they screech, sweeping my paws from under me (a move used by all of ThicketClan). I trip and land in the snow, skull thudding against the ground. I haul myself up and we keep fighting. I have the upper paw, of course, since I've been training longer. Just as I'm about to end the match and give him something to remember, the ground rumbles. We all stop dead and turn to the mountain. "Wha-" the 'purr gasps, but their voice gets drowned out by another rumble. "AVALANCHE!"
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