pafp BLADES OF CHAOS RING [real fight]

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Sparring is the only game that the little lilac tom truly enjoys. All the other kits like to play silly games like tag or hide and seek, but Hopekit prefers to practice his battling skills. If he’s going to be a big, strong, honorable lead warrior like his father, then he needs to be good at fighting even before he becomes an apprentice. Out of all the other kits in the nursery, his siblings are his first choice to spar against—but next is Scarletkit. With a frown, he invites the she-kit to spar, and is unsurprised when she agrees.

The corner of camp that they choose to fight in quickly becomes scuffed with the tracks of their pawprints in the dirt below. They’re fairly evenly matched, he thinks—of course they are. The sparring starts out slow, but gradually grows in intensity, until he realizes just how hard he’s trying to win. He isn’t sure when it all changes, but each time their paws clash, the activity begins to feel less like a spar, and more like a battle. With every slam of his adoptive cousin’s paw against his face and shoulder, Hopekit’s bared teeth grit together tighter and tighter, and his own blows grow harder and harder with each hit. At last, he manages to break free of the tortoiseshell’s hold, and scrambles backward to stand on his own. He waits for her to make the next move, trying to catch his breath before they inevitably clash again. "You’re gonna lose," he taunts, panting with exertion. He’s starting to get kind of tired, but he doesn’t want to lose. Especially not to Scarletkit!

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

• ooc: @Scarletkit !! note for anyone else, pls don’t break them up until they get to the part where they’re actually fighting
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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Scarletpaw]

Everyone knows the competitive she-kit can't turn down a challenge. She's not really that great at sparring; she's sort of awkward and lanky, and not at all strong or fast, but she likes to think she makes up for that in effort and studying the apprentices. She doesn't like to lose. She wants Howlingstar to see her and think 'wow, look how skilled that kit is already, I should mentor her myself and make her a warrior early!' So with each paw that makes contact with her, with each time she is sent sprawling on the ground, she doesn't realize she is upping the intensity.

His taunt is met with an annoyed growl. Just 'cause he's the son of a lead warrior doesn't mean he's anything special! She can beat him just fine! "In your dreams!" She bites back, grunting as she pounces again to try to tackle him to the ground. If successful, she tries to pummel his belly with rabbit-kicks from her hind paws.​

 

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕The older the kits in the nursery got, the more interested in sparring and training they became, it was just a given. She never minded playing their games, and often joined in whenever she could. They were all only young once after all, and she would take as much advantage of spending time with them all as she could. Today however, she was watching two of the nursery residents in the middle of a spar. The son of her fallen friends, and the daughter of Lightstrike and Moonwhisper. Fighting was never her strongest skill, but she had learned enough during her time here to hold her own against another. If it were up to her, she would much rather be teaching these two how to hunt.

The sun was warm along her pelt as she laid down in the sun watching the pair. Someday they would each make skilled fighters, especially after being trained by their mentors. For now though, she would simply watch and make sure nobody got hurt.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

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• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 33 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird found herself not far from flamewhisker, observing the pair of kits with a keen eye. hopekit had every bit of his father's relentless determination, taking blow after blow and still pulling himself back to his paws. scarletkit was just as much of a force, driven by a nearly palpable desire to win. while this was certainly not the most exciting thing she's witnessed as a thunderclanner, it would satiate her boredom for now.

her muzzle tilts to flamewhisker, whiskers twitching as the kittens trade taunts. "is it ill-mannered to make bets on a kitten's quarrel?" she muses, only half joking. both were slated to make fine warriors if they followed in the pawsteps of their parents. still, her own bias was to the tortoiseshell she-kit. a child of lightstrike's, she could almost see his unrefined blows in her attacks, had to restrain her tongue from firing familiar corrections.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── BLAME IT ON THE BLACK STAR ⋅⋆⋅ BLAME IT ON THE FALLING SKY ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 33 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ In his dreams? Ha! In his dreams, Hopekit has already beaten his tortoiseshell cousin and pinned her down to the ground with ease. Effortless and strong, Dream Hopekit is the greatest kit ever, and he even got made an apprentice early!

But… real Hopekit goes toppling over onto his back when Scarletkit pounces at him. A gasp of surprise leaves his maw each time her hind paws connect with his abdomen, and he wills tears not to well up in his eyes as he struggles and fails to get free. He can’t believe Scarletkit is doing this—she’s being such a jerk right now! She isn’t even giving him a chance! A snarl, sudden and vicious, leaves the lilac-furred boy’s mouth as he aims to headbutt the tortoiseshell. It’s not soft in any way, not quite a game any longer. Now he’s just mad, and he can see Flamewhisker and Nightbird watching. If he’s ever going to be a good warrior, he has to be able to beat Scarletkit, at least. "GET OFF ME!" His shout is suddenly angry, it’s all too clear that this is no longer a game for fun.

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletkit's grunt echoes through the clearing as she lands her pounce, her excitement for winning fueling her. Adrenaline courses through her blood, energizing her repeated kicks. But as Hopekit's frustration grows, she doesn't immediately notice the shift in his body language. "Come on, Hopekit! You have to try harder!" The kit taunts her denmate, her eyes shining with mischief.

When he snarls and headbutts her, she hesitates and stumbles off of him, realizing it's not just play anymore. Her heart begins to pound rapidly, but she can't back down. "You're just mad because I'm winning!" The she-kit responds challengingly. The thrill of the moment sparks something in her, and she lunges at him again, gripping tighter with tiny kitten claws.

But as his shout cuts through the air, a flicker of doubt crosses her face. Maybe it's too much. Still, Scarletkit remains firm, wanting to show her strength, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows they should both be having fun. Her desire to win doesn’t let her back down. She says nothing, instead attempting to pin him and bite his ear with a ferocious growl.
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