pafp Andy, you're a star ☏ Failing @ sparring

[Glitchpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Radio, this is hard" comes Glitch's petulant whine as, not for the last time, she's knocked onto her back by her more skilled brother. Despite the two having become apprentices at the same time, Glitch's training has since fallen horribly to the wayside. It doesn't help that her mentor has been dealing with her ailment...but most, if not the entirety, of the fault lies in Glitch's lack of...well, appearances. Coming into camp was a herculean task. Even now, she can't give a good reason why she's even here.
Spitting dirt as she rolls onto her belly, she sniffles pitifully as she watches her brother prowl before her. He's grown leaner, his muscles well defined beneath his coat. It's not hard to see the wild cat in him, especially compared to his plumper, better groomed sister. A stab of insecurity hits her, even as the soreness in her muscles and paw pads feels just as painful. "I don't understand what you mean by parry" she whimpers, bristling when he takes a step, possibly to tackle her again.

@Radiopaw

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☏ Glitchkit
  ☏ DFAB— She/Her
  ☏ 3 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☏ Daughter to Statichaze, sister to Radiokit
  ☏ Skyclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☏Physically worm | mentally tadpole
  ☏ Attack in bold #3a3a3a
  injuries: None currently

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[Radiopaw]

"wild hearts run"​

The sun had moved considerably since they'd started that morning. He felt a little bad about how many times he'd managed to knock her over. Only a little bit though. "C'mon, Glitch," he huffed. "Parrying is using my attack against me." Radiopaw paused in his movement when he saw her bristling. How was it that he was the only one of their siblings that felt more at home in SkyClan than in their nest? How come he couldn't be sure that they'd come with him?

He straightened. This wasn't working. The teenager came to sit next to Glitchpaw. His primarily black fur blended into her patches as he pressed to her side. "What's up?" he asked quietly. He noticed every time she didn't come to camp. It was a sore subject most mornings with Statichaze. And the effort it took to get Teevee here in the first place was a feat of it's own. He just didn't understand. He wanted to understand. ​

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[spicepurr]

The other daylighters had become a source of comfort to the she-cat after the many moons of her residency. She cannot say for certain that she's bonded to any of them, sure, but in the very least they are a constant. At least, most of them are. Glitchpaw is among the few that take days off from Clanlife, and though Spicepurr doesn't mind personally, it does seem to be creating issues in her training. She had seen the two apprentices sparring when she left for a quick hunt, and upon return, the spar hadn't seem to finish, and neither seemed satisfied with any progress.

"Are the two of you..." she interjects suddenly, the mouse in her maw dropping to her paws unceremoniously. It's the thud of it hitting the ground that gives her pause, makes her realize that she's edging into another family conflict. It's too late to back out now, though she desperately wishes that she had never bothered at all. "... alright? You've been here since morning," she continues regardless.​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

Glitchpaw was a test of all the tom had expected to tolerate now that his ire was no longer directed at the Daylight Warriors. The joy of watching spars was soured by the clear gap in skill between the two, not because of a lack of effort from one apprentice, but because she showed up fewer times than the rest of her clanmates. His mind often poked at weaknesses, found ways to utilise strengths, did whatever he could to make the most of any fight he witnessed. Yet... his mouth was hollow of praise or critique - his brain hadn't clocked that he was watching a spar, just a one-sided massacre.

He tried not to let his disappointment show as he moved closer, but it'd always been difficult for him to conceal his emotions. Downcast eyes traced over marks against Glitchpaw's fur where she'd been thrown to the sand, his mournful frown twitching. Radiopaw and Spicepurr spoke first, but when they did not ask what he wished to ask, Silversmoke cleared his throat. "Have you been training?" He paused, the only movement being a lashing tail. "Not now I mean... before."

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