pafp BECOME THE STORM // dual intro + sparring

[LIGHTNINGPAW]

TAGS — A grunt forces itself from the calico's maw as he's sent stumbling back, achy pain blossoming in his cheek from the blow that's just landed. He smiles nonetheless, a delighted glint in the depths of his dark green eyes as he reorients himself with a lashing tail. "C'mon, that the best you can do?" Lightningpaw knows it's not because his face is dry, unscathed, while he can see droplets of blood beading on the lighter patches of his brother's fur. Sure, Wisteriastorm isn't here to supervise since she's stuck patrolling, but that doesn't mean they get to slack off and half-ass this! Especially not the day before such a monumental battle. They have to be at their very best. Why doesn't he get that? Is he trying to follow in their father's pawsteps? The thought ignites a newfound tension to his muscles, a slight twisting of his gut. "What'cha going easy on me for? You scared?" Their tone errs toward lighthearted and teasing as they begin circling Thunderpaw with a crouched, predatory gait, but it's barbed with a degree of underlying intensity. A challenge thinly veiled behind the ever-persistent grin. "RiverClan won't go easy on you. They'll know you're scared." No if. It's deliberate. "So don't go soft right before our big day! You heard what happened to that WindClanner. They're gonna go for the kill!" He lunges on the last word with outstretched, bloodied claws, attempting to bowl Thunderpaw over. By this point his voice rises to a shout, one that can certainly be heard beyond the clearing in which the pair are sparring.

[ this takes place a day before the sunningrocks battle && pls wait for @thunderpaw <3 ]
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[thunderpaw]

TAGS — Thunderpaw adjusts his stance as he sends his brother stumbling backwards. He won't allow himself to slip on his defenses. He draws his limbs in just a touch, steadying his footing, staggering each paw in the leaf-littered loam so that he can more easily resist being toppled over. He's bigger than Lightningpaw, but not by much, and they've both sparred enough to know that didn't mean much if he didn't have the skill to back it up. But he can't think about it for long- his littermate is already back on his feet, wearing a grin made wicked with ambition. But he doesn't think it's evil, really. After all, he's wearing a similar expression himself (though, he thinks he is a touch more stoic).

Thunderpaw is quiet through his sibling's goading; the only indication of his reaction being the subtle backwards tilt of his tall ears. His mismatched gaze follows Lightningpaw close. Don't get distracted, he tries to remind himself, but Lightningpaw loves to chitter. "I'm not scared," the boy ripostes, tail flicking with his irritation. He's not going easy on Lightningpaw, either- but maybe he needs to prove it a little more. He keeps his stance as the other cat circles him, never letting his gaze stray from his opponent, turning subtly to always face them. And finally the pounce comes. Thunderpaw's ready for this, he just needs to-

get completely bowled over. They're gonna go for the kill! The words ring in his ears; it's all he can do to bat at his littermate with his back legs, trying to release himself from their grip. A growl rises in his throat. There's nothing more humiliating and frustrating to losing to his brother like this. He needs to regain control. Now. "I'm not scared! I'll shred those fish-breaths," he insists, voice hitching as he bats at his opponent. "And I'll shred you, too!" When he says it, Thunderpaw aims a final, forceful kick at Lightningpaw's belly. Hopefully that strength would be enough to force him off.

/ attack roll: 5​

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[BERRYHEART]

Berryheart would offer no criticism on anyone's training before the sunrise of their battle- it was no longer his place, unless asked after. His prowess in a fight slumbered now beneath healer's muscles... though he felt peace in knowing that, even if a Riverclanner chose to barrel for the field medic during the inevitable struggle for the stones, he would be able to defend himself well. It was overzealous apprentices he was most concerned about- he hoped that they would have the sense to know when they were too injured to continue, that they could come and find him.

Hearing yells, the tortoiseshell was almost alarmed- though he suppressed any bristles before they raised, realising that the sound was echoing from a place many chose to spar. An open clearing was a sound choice for a battle that would take place without the cover of trees...

As he arrived to spectate, Berryheart did little to hide his presence- however, he also did not announce himself. It was always interesting to witness new battle techniques... and if either of the two got a little too rowdy, he would at least be nearby to offer aid.​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​