pafp A PLACE TO PUT YOUR PAIN — apprentice spar

[GRANITEPELT]

“It’s always good to test your abilities against your Clanmates. A warrior wants to remain sharp.” Granitepelt’s tail flicks against Applepaw’s flank as he circles the blackened base of the Burnt Sycamore. Cold green eyes flick from his apprentice to where a smaller mimicry of himself sits, slate-pelted with mismatched eyes, with wounds still healing, inflicted by his father’s claws. The claws in question burn at the memory of rending his kin’s flesh, of leaving those scars only for them to be swathed in mother’s poultices. He would teach Flintpaw as he had taught Applepaw—he would make his son a warrior they could be proud of.

He turns toward his apprentice, expression shrewd. “Remember what I taught you. I want to see it in action today.” He straightens, ignoring his child. He is Scalejaw’s responsibility, technically, which puts a sour taste on his tongue. Perhaps he would learn something from this, too, though. “Alright. Begin.”

[ please wait for @APPLEPAW @FLINTPAW ; optional tag for @scalejaw for mentor reasons <3 ]

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[APPLEJAW]

She gives a curt nod in reply to her mentor's word, eyes trained scaldingly on who was to be her opponent. One Flintpaw— a cat that Applepaw has not given much thought to, following her kithood. As she saw him now, he was an apt clone of his father, Fitted differently through mitted paws and odd eyes, a trait they seemed to share. Flintpaw on their own did not seem very formidable, but perhaps it was the similarities between her and her father that made the challenge more appealing. A similar face ought to elude to similar skill. Applepaw thinks of her mother and father.

Remember what I taught you. Her eyes burn straight ahead. Claws slide from their sheathes. Her opponent would be her peer; the one Starlingheart had deemed more important to save. Her jaw ticks.

When she is told to begin, she does not hesitate. Immediately, Applepaw would surge toward Flintpaw, paw raised as if intending to attack them head on. Instead, when close enough, she would take a pawful of mud and aim to fling it in Flintpaw's eyes, pivoting right as she does so. Would it be too obvious, copying Granitepelt's first move on her before? It was a good opener; a move he'd pulled for a reason. With her larger form, she did lack the same speed.

( one track mind, one track heart ) ༊ ( if i fail i'll fall apart )

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• ( CAUSE I FEEL LIKE I'M THE WORST, SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE I'M THE BEST ) APPLEPAW. apprentice of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 8 moons old as of 11.17.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applepaw is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. Naturally talented, and a rule - follower to a T, she thinks herself better than the majority of her peers. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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