pafp blood in the water // sparring practice

[owlcrest]

feel the rain on your skin

so a war to take back sunningrocks? He didn't know entirely how to feel. On one paw, he was excited. He had never stepped paw on sunningrocks, but he had always heard it was theirs. It was Riverclans. But on another, they were helping Shadowclan? Now that was weird. Sure, Thunderclan may have murdered applejaw, but why would they have to be dragged into that?

"How ready are you to fight Thunderclan?" Owlpaw asks the other apprentice, fluffy tail flicking behind him in patience as the neared where they were set to spar. He was enthused, it seems. But why wouldn't he be? That's more territory for them, especially in a desperate time as leafbare.

as they finally arrive, and he turns excitedly towards Cragpaw. The large apprentice waves a paw, beckoning to other to him. "You first," he welcomes, standing defensively to the other. And though it was cold underneath his paws, and his whiskers twitched, he was still warm for now underneath the layers of his own fluff of fur.

Please wait for @CRAGPAW //
Mentor tags @HEMLOCKSHINE @FERNGILL

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  Owlpaw
  Riverclan Apprentice | Mentored by: Hemlockshine
  Gender: amab, he/him
  Personality: Little Brother Vibes, Hides pain with humor, Competitive, Loyal, Confused easy, Not the smartest tool in the shed.
  Physical: Easy | Mentally: Medium
  May start a fight | will not flee | will show mercy
  Peaceful power play allowed!
  Penned by Deidre
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[CRAGPAW]

Cragpaw follows Owlpaw and their mentors, his paws scuffing the frost-touched ground beneath them. The excitement radiating from his denmate is infectious, but it only deepens the unease in his chest.

How ready are you to fight ThunderClan?

He hesitates, eyes darting to the ground. He isn't sure. The idea of facing another clan in battle leaves his fur prickling with nerves. The apprentices of ThunderClan always seemed so fierce. And him? He still struggles to land a proper blow without overbalancing! Not only that, but Meadowpaw is ThunderClan. He doesn't want to have to fight her.

"I…I'm not sure," He admits, forcing his voice not to waver. The chill creeps into his limbs but he tries to shake it off and stand tall, trying to mimic the confidence Owlpaw exudes. "But I'll fight. I have to."

They reach the Beech Copse, the frost crunching under their paws like brittle bones. Owlpaw's eyes glint and he beckons Cragpaw forward, a challenge and an encouragement in one motion. The young tom takes a steadying breath and steps forward, his muscles taut with uncertainty. His mind races, trying to remember everything Ferngill had shown him. Attack the weak points. Watch for the opponent's eyes - they show where they'll strike next. But the more he thinks, the heavier his paws feel. It's like he's weighed down by his own doubt, for StarClan's sake.

"Alright," He mutters, ears flattening as he prepares to make the first move. With a swift leap, the freckled tom lashes out with an awkward swipe, his paw missing Owlpaw by a whisker-length as he stumbles slightly upon landing. Heat rises to his face, frustration gnawing at him. His tail lashes once, a spark of determination flickering in his mismatched eyes. He might not be the strongest, or the fastest, but he isn't going to back down now. He'd learn. He has to.

"Come on, Cragpaw," He whispers to himself, resetting his stance, prepared for the other to strike next.
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