try me [closed]

She was ready to keep going. Despite the burning in her body, the stinging of her lungs, the way her vision blurred to the point that all she could see was a fuzzy iteration of black amongst white and brown, she was going to keep going. That was how she had trained. It was what had led her to become such a blur in every battle, how she had survived countless nights alone in Thunderclan's forest. Her battles with her sister had been fervent, both to and past their breaking points each and every time. There was a reason that she bore a scar across her eye that marked her a battle-hardened warrior, but perhaps it also marked her a foolishly determined one.

Murkyriver had been ready to dart out again at the tom when he pulled away enough to signify that he was withdrawing. Even as he'd avoided the worst of her swings, she was ready to make another one. Where her strength came from, she had no clue, but the moment he was far enough away, she swayed. It was large enough of a sway that she lost her footing, half toppling over in the process. Her entire body was blazing like a fire, and for just a moment, she wondered if that was where her sister had gotten her name. A face she hadn't thought about in moons.

Digging her claws firmly into the ground and blinking as the snow landed onto her blazing flame, the dizziness faded just enough for a realization to strike her. She had gone too far. She was going to pay too much for this spar.

"You fight extremely well." She complimented. Perhaps the first words of conversation she'd actually spoken to the tom. "I grew up fighting with my sister. Not sparring. Fighting. It is how I got my scar." Murkyriver explained. It was a story she hadn't yet shared in Riverclan, yet found herself feeling welcome in being open to sharing a piece of herself with him as a token of her appreciation. "I did not learn when to concede. But..." She needed more of the snow. Settling herself into it, and breathing hard, she tipped her head ever so slightly in respect. "You have taught me a failure of mine I did not know before." Even as she rasped on lungs of flame, there was no mistaking the genuine appreciation in her tone. At least, it was slightly different than the monotone voice she often spoke in.

After cooling off enough to force herself back to her paws, her gaze looked in challenge. "When I am better... I wish to spar again. I enjoy your style of battle. It is strong."