pafp wish i had someone could trust them // spar

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Anxiety, frustration, anger, jealousy, fear - all of it coils and churns within the boys ribcage until he simply cannot take it anymore, until he feels as fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any moment. Pelt twitching, tail lashing, he does the only thing he can think of - asks a favor he'd never thought he'd ever utter. Clearblue gaze is imploring as he speaks to azaleafrost, words hushed and stammered as he all but begs of her to do this for him. And somehow, she has agreed.

Looking as though the wind alone would be enough to topple him, periwinklebreeze stands in the usual training spot, frozen still save for the steady lashing of his tail and the calculating flickering of blue eyes. He waits, channeling every emotion into his focus until there is naught left but the steady beat of his heart and the soft sound of his breath, waiting. Not for a signal, for he does not expect one, but for the perfect moment.

And then he moves forwards on blackened paws, long limbs carrying him over the short distance in only a matter of moments as he aims a blow first to her side - claws unsheathed - before allowing his momentum to carry him forwards and hopefully behind her, where she will be less able to se his movements, less able to predict them. Will be vulnerable. They may e friends, may be clanmates, and he's certainly not going to kill her, but he must treat this the way he would a battle. He cannot allow himself to ever be in that position again - his life flashing before his eyes, starclans grasp so close he can almost feel it.

// @Azaleafrost

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[Azaleafrost]

She was a little surprised when Periwinklebreeze approached her for this spar. She had never fought him before, and he certainly wasn't her first choice for a sparring partner. She loved him as a friend dearly, but she had to admit... His combat skills weren't the best.

But he wanted to spar, and who was she to deny him? Her friend needed this, and so she would help him.
Periwinklebreeze makes the first move, and darts past her with a blow to her side. She barely flinches, having steeled herself beforehand knowing she was possibly about to beat up her best friend. He was behind her now, and she had no intention of being attacked from behind.

She sprung forth, hopefully before he could attack again, and turned to face him. Claws digging into the ground, she charged and launched herself at him with the hopes to crash into and knock him over.​

 

[SUNNVAR]

There was a time not so long ago that Sunstride had thought Periwinklepaw a terrible WindClanner. One with paws that were too soft, and blood too full up of a traitor's. He had found the tom wandering the moors some moons ago, and though there had been no explanation of what happened, and though at the time he had not prodded terribly, with time the doubt had grown. Perhaps it was the whisperings of others that had enveloped his mind. It was the same way he thought of Azaleafrost, and, in a way, himself. He has reminded himself that they break their molds. That all it takes is a small piece of effort to break through the shell of their misconceptions. They cling to him as he watches the two of them lunge at one another– he shakes it off, delicately, then with too much force. Now, at least, they do not deserve his judgement. They fight as warriors should, and Sunstride crows his approval in a joyous laugh.

"I had not thought either of them so capable, at one time," he murmurs, hopefully beyond their range of hearing. He speaks to the others who may gather around, though a knowing gaze turns to his apprentice. "You have seen a small piece of Azaleafrost in a fight. Do you think her an even match?"

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: apprentice tag! @Adderpaw

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023. npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[GHOSTWAIL]

"Azaleafrost is the more sound opponent. Mintshade taught them well." The phantom comments drily, though her reasoning was not for preference of teaching. Mintshade and Bluepool did their best on both accounts, but just because Sootstar allowed them both to pass did not mean that their promotions were weighed equally in the phantom's mind. Azaleafrost's background was one that she had not been privy to but Periwinklebreeze... they were different.

She had seen their blood's treachery and she was certain that it was genetic. It would only be a matter of time until Periwinklebreeze exposed their truest colors - oil-black and snake venom beneath their coal and cream pelt. But for now, her hackles would have to lie flat and her hunger would have to be abated. Sootstar had bigger enemies at the moment, enemies that smelled more like privilege and flaccidity than duplicity. "Is your apprentice to be taking notes for future reference?"​

- you call for peace when it suits you​

 

[Beepaw —]

Beepaw watched avidly from the sidelines, eager to take in any moves she could use herself. The fight seemed fun and she hoped in the future she would be able to fight on a similar level to them. Her tail twitched at Sunstrides question, ears turning to take in the sounds, but not speaking as she continued to watch the spar.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[HEAVY SNOW]

Heavy Snow is privy to the opinions of his clanmates, what Wind Clan thinks of outsiders, but especially what they think about the son of a traitor. Periwinklebreeze had an unfortunate circumstance thrust upon him at a young age, but despite the prejudices, both cats before him now had made it to warrior-hood. An early one but warrior-hood nonetheless. In this world that meant you were an adult, capable of fighting and hunting without another paw guiding you. He was of the opinion that nine moons was entirely too soon, but it was not his place to speak and already was a target painted on his families back. He would not be responsible for making that target bigger.

Instead he comes to settle down with the other cats, mismatched eyes following the two cats as they exchange blows. "Azaleafrost is a worthy opponent, but perhaps Periwinklebreeze will surprise us" he muses. Bluepool was a formidable opponent in battle, certainly she had taught him a thing or two.
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[Mouseflight]

Much like many of the cats here, Mousepaw was interested in watching the spar from afar, not wanting to get too close for fear of the fight tumbling into himself and getting hurt. He knew very little of fighting at the moment, only small tricks he had picked up on, so watching someone else spar so that he could use this for the next time he was training was the way he would go.

Listening to the words those around him spoke, Mousepaw's ears swiveled around as his eyes stayed on Periwinklebreeze and Azaleafrost, trying to catch everything they were doing. Mousepaw couldn't help but root for Periwinklebreeze to win, silently watching the other closely. Peri was smaller in stature than Azalea, and wasn't the best fighter - a similar thing Mousepaw had to deal with himself. So, if Periwinkle did some really cool stuff - or better yet, won - then Mousepaw would consider this a victory in learning.

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc]
• windclan (sootstar) loyalist
  dirty fighter/will aim to kill
  will bully anyone (some more than others)
  

  
  

  likely to attack first
  powerplay peaceful actions okay
  ping if needed in a thread
  
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  8 months old
  ftm calico -- he/him
  tunneler apprentice
  
  large ears
  always looks grumpy

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 12 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Azalea is prepared, hardly bothered by his attack, and as he presses onwards, following through with an attempt to bite her hind legs, he is barreled over instead before he really understands what's happening. Lungs heave, breath becoming shorter, more panicked, and for a moment he sees nothing but red - teeth snap blindly against the figure he can no longer see through his haze, hoping to snag upon any available limb and tug. The battle is still too fresh in his mind for rational thought, he only knows he must keep her as far from his underbelly as possible. He doesn't wait this time, doesn't pause - another swipe of blackened paws comes her way, heavy and forceful.

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[Beepaw —]

Beepaw glanced up at the warriors gathering around, then at the apprentices. She wasn't old enough to know who would win, but she liked how Azaleafrost was fighting so she nodded along with Heavy Snow.

"I think Azaleafrost will win too. I like the way she fights." She had a flat, deadpan voice masking her true excitement, the comments about all the ways and reasons that Periwinklebreeze Could lose the fight swirling around in her brain as she concentrated on the spar. Would she ever be able to fight as well as Azaleafrost? Probably. She knew that if she put her mind to it she could probably be just as good as her when she reached her 8th moon, or something like that. Beepaw still didn't know where she sat on the 'when will I become a warrior' thing, seeing as she had just spent that last 3 moons just trying to survive. Maybe she ought to ask for extra lessons.
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walk "talk." thought​

penned by helly​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

Sootspot, for all the confidence and bravado he carried, was not WindClan's strongest fighter. His favoured pursuits were ones of the mind, finding out who worked best with who, memorising tunnels, and dedicating himself to the workings of StarClan instead of fretting over tasks he would never be assigned to. The sounds of combat in WindClan's camp were not new, the place was a proverbial battleground that seemed to often stain with blood from spars that went too far. Another commotion would not have normally caught his eye, yet, as they narrowed and pupils scanned the blurred area past the crowd, the Tunneler spotted two familiar faces, creatures he had once spent an apprenticeship with eons ago. He looked back to where he was going, a solitary tunnel, then back to the fighters who had just begun their dance. Murmurs buzzed around the crowd, talking about Azaleafrost's victory, and his jaws tightened as he found himself agreeing. Memories of Cottonpaw's temporary capture pushed to the forefront of his mind, remembering that Peri had been there, remembering how injured he'd gotten - it almost seemed like StarClan's revenge for not saving Cottonpaw when it counted. Reluctantly, he slinked to the outskirts of the gathering and, without offering any sort of opinion himself, began to watch attentively as the spar commenced.

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