pafp A new path to seek || o. Practice

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[ ༻❄༺ ] Even though he was eager to accept Chilledstar's invite to practice alongside them with some fighting moves they still worried if this was okay. Remembering their recent panick attack and their injuries. Of course it wasn't his place to inquiry about if the other would be able to keep pace without their injuries flaring up and of course they know the could take it easy for the day, but that would be for Chilledstar to decide and not something Snowpaw could question. They were also sure Mirepurr wouldn't mind Chilledstar taking Snowpaw for a bit especially if it gives them time to situate themselves with Opossompaw too.

Yellow gaze trained on the other with a calm look in them, their grey stubby tail perked up in the ear as well as their ears curved to be alert as well, awaiting for the words of their leader. He was sure there was more to why Chilledstar offer up something like this in the first place especially when the other was usually busy and had many other things to do, still he would not take this for granted and will appreciate whatever tips he could get out of this practice session from Chilledstar.

  • "speak""Thoughts"
  • Snowpaw He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
    Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
    Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 
chilledstar was not necessarily a consistent fighter. they fight like a shadowclanner, yes, but they have their own rogue spin on it that they never always use. they do not make it easy for their opponents, practice or not, because their opponents would not make it easy for them. learning from cats that were ruthless did have its perks, that for sure. shadowclan had to be ruthless in the battle field. they had to know how to fight dirty. it was just the way it had to be, as they did not carry enough prey within their territory to maintain a lot of brute force. either way, they wanted to see where all their apprentices were in spars.

"fight with or without your claws. I will not be using mine. and charge first. I wish to see how to fight offensively. go."

they're not going to go easy on him. if he is to be a warrior, he must fight. war is inevitable and all of their apprenticed needed to be ready– especially with so many of them dying.

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---

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  • black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
    46 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
    they / them pronouns
    aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
    child of JAGGED and RAVEN
    shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
    mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
 

It's just practice, Mirepurr tells themself for the hundredth time in the last few minutes, and idly wonders if their eyes have started to go red at the corner due to a lack of proper blinking. It makes perfect sense for a mentor to keep watch on their apprentice, even when it's private practice... but that very same connection between themself and Snowpaw was what truly spurred them into becoming an onlooker.

That connection, a blessing in its own right, but a curse with what it brings on the side. Worry.

They wouldn't be Mirepurr if their eyes didn't go wide with concern at the notion of a fight — training or not. Not even Scalejaw's focus on combat has stripped them of this. Regardless of how careful participants try to be, accidents and mistakes happen; adrenaline gets to them, makes them run on instinct instead of thought for just a split second, and that is more than enough for an unintentionally hard bite or scratch or shove.

But of course... it is part of life. Part of warriorhood.

And so Mirepurr accepts it as best they can. Their fur blends in with the dreary forest, just enough to not be too much of a distraction, but not well enough to make one forget they're here. Worry will have to be replaced when this starts, so that they can keep a mental note of how Snowpaw fights; they'll surely praise him for what he does right, but they'll also have to work on fixing what he doesn't do so well.
 
Chilledstar in combat is actually something Sharpshadow doesn't think she's ever seen, or at least, ever paid attention to. Especially recently, Chilledstar just seems to have bad luck when it comes to opponents. ( A Lead Warrior that unexpectedly turns on them, a fox that you don't stand a chance against. More than unlucky, really ) That day Sootstar had shown up bloodthirsty at their borders had been for Smogmaw, not Chilledstar, though had it been them, she is sure she would've leapt at the chance to take o ne of their lives. All that Sootstar had lacked in size, she made up for with a penchant for violence.

He didn't expect this to be any kind of all - out show of Chilledstar's abilities... because Snowpaw is just that, a paw. But then again, in battle, Snowpaw's opponent wouldn't go easy on him. So why should Chilledstar? That was Sharpshadow's mentality, anyways.

...Since when have they fought a battle, though? Since when have they fought for anything?

If nothing else, watching gave him something to do. He settles next to Mirepurr. Not in a friendly, hey, how are you? way, but a... we're clanmates and therefore should act like we like each other way. Which...they did. Well, Sharpshadow was obligated to, anyways.