{$title} Following the gathering (Nebulously around July 18th), Stoatpaw finally confronts Snakepaw and challenges him to a spar.
——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦
Her paws had grown restless in these last few days since the gathering. Snakepaw's words are impossible to forget from that day.
Delicate.
She had spent moons and moons in a desperate state to make her clanmates see her as strong, a good warrior. And that stray had insulted every moment she had worked towards where she was.
The day was still too high; she had planned to drag him out of his nest in the night for their spar, but the coward would probably freak out and wake everyone up. So, as she strolled the camp, her eyes fixed on the other.
A low rumble in the back of her throat as she strode towards the tortie, to anyone else, they were just passing apprentices. But Stoatpaw stepped half in front of the other, using her shoulder to stop Snake in his path. "Outside of camp at moonhigh." Shooting him a side eye with a quiet voice. "You know what will happen if you tell anyone."
She paused for a moment longer, huffing before shooting him a smile, striding off as she greeted some other warrior passing by.
Her tail thumped against the ground impatiently. It was already moonhigh by the time she waited at the location many of them had sparred at before. She had been out here for hours already, reassuring Sablestar she would bring plenty of freshkill back, and in the time it took for Snakepaw to show up, she had managed to make a decent dent in what she expected to bring back; she would hunt more afterwards, regardless of the outcome.
Stoatpaw's gaze dragged up, meeting the eyes of the tortie. "Took you long enough."
