pafp distance was a friend of mine // spar

[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 16 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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Fighting is one of those things that has always felt natural to the girl - even as a kitten, sinking claw and fang into anything perceived as a threat had been instinct. Sure, as she'd grown older it'd become a bit easier to tell friend from foe - to keep her anxiety under wrap, to keep from jumping out of her skin at every little noise. Not that accidents didn't still happen - stars, she'd gotten spooked by a kitten just a few moons ago after they'd retaken camp. But now fighting is no longer just a necessity for her survival, but a task she finds fun. Today is no different - diminutive form standing face to face with her opponent. When the medicine cat apprentice had asked to fight - polishing her skills or something along those lines - she'd not found it strange at all. No, it was far stranger in her eyes to choose a path such as healing, removed from the bloodshed and violence Marmotbite has always sought out. " Ready? I ain't gonna' go easy on ya tho' " she asks, muscles tensing as she prepares for their spar. She'll have to be light on her paws to win this fight - no matter that they'd once tread the same path as tunnelers, cottonpaw is still far bigger than the warrior. And she can't exactly go for the easy kill - they're still just sparring after all.

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// please wait for @cottonpaw

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw had realized recently - despite the sweeping of warmth and peace over their moorland, she cannot fall behind in her battle skills. They were already shabby, by virtue of hopping between mentors and then becoming a student to medicine, but that doesn't mean she cannot sharpen her claws now. Better late than never, she supposes. Asking Marmotbite had been an easy task, as the other is a friend to her and she had hoped that she'd go easy on her...

The hope is dashed almost immediately, but a blue flame is lit in her eyes at the promise.

"Okay - I should've expect that," she laughs, rolling her shoulders back. She's awkward, uncertain on how to even start. They were both tunnelers, so many of her blood-driven tactics rely on caves and depths to utilize, not the open air of their camp. But she can make do, right? And if she can't, well... it's a lesson to learn! Cottonpaw takes the chance to strike first, utilizing her speed (as a WindClan cat should, she thinks,) to fake a left and dart right of her opponent instead, swinging a paw towards Marmotbite's flank as she goes.​

 

[LAVENDERTWIST]

▲ Having been nearby the two her pale gaze brightened with intrigue. Sparring was a new concept to the ex-barncat and a fascinating one at that. She had tussled with some of the younger of her former denmates but never a proper spar. Quietly, she shuffled back to honor their space. Wide-set ears perked up dramatically as the Windclanner's circle then move at different speeds. An audible gasp leaves the stocky Molly's maw and her pelt fluffs with surprise. It always astounded her how honed and precise clan cats were.

Even those that fell short of their peers held an impressive air to them. Softly, she murmured with awe. "Cool..." She didn't want to disturb the match but a part of her itched to make a ruckus. Having fought alongside them is what had boiled her blood to new highs and laid claim to her newfound purpose. To stir up some noise for the action but Lavenderpaw felt a touch too shy. Once she understood it more then maybe the youth would consider egging her clanmates on.

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  © nya​
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  △ SH cream tabby/seal point w/low white and blue eyes
  △ child of npc x npc ; sibling to cherry and jelly
  △ apprentice of windclan ; ex-kittypet ; ex-barncat
  △ 10 moons old ; birthday 08/22 ; ages realistically
  △ AMAB ; trans fem ; she/her
  △ lesbian ; homoromantic ; single
  △ "speech", thought, attack, powerplay
  △ peaceful powerplay allowed
  △ penned by tasmagoric
  

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