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.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG
The threat of war looms over the horizon, a three-pronged attack, their leader's panic fresh in everyone's mind, the warning about enemies within WindClan fresh on Sunflowerpaw's. It's a lot to deal with. Sunflowerpaw has been trying not to panic, trying not to start jumping at shadows. It's very difficult. They've only just begun to recover from their moon-long stay in the medicine den. They are not ready for war, for a threat that has even Sootstar fearful, and they are oh so painfully aware. The powerlessness of their injury sits fresh in their mind, wounded helplessness festering lest they address it.
It had started out small.
They missed a lot of training, during their moon in the medicine den. They'd barely just been apprenticed when they'd been caught in the fox trap. It's a moon that all the other apprentices got to spend preparing for something exactly like this. They would never complain about Wolfsong's training -- Sunflowerpaw considers themself very fortunate in Sootstar's pick of mentor for them -- but he has other duties, as lead warrior. And his battle training has been largely defensive, which has left them with a substantial gap in their knowledge. He'll get to the rest eventually, they know, but eventually will not cut it when the threat of battle creeps ever closer.
So. They'd gone to a few friends, very discreetly, seeking some advice.
Unfortunately, most of Sunflowerpaw's friends are tunnelers.
As it turns out, they're not the only one in need of battle training. Things had snowballed, from there. Sunflowerpaw's friends had gone to their own friends in search of help, and some of them actually had stuff to offer, and at some point it turned from a one-to-one thing to an actual meeting, an actual training session, which Sunflowerpaw was somehow responsible for, and --
Well. Here they are. WindClan's camp has been overtaken by a group of apprentices, starting small but certain to draw more participants, to be welcomed with open paws. It's not the most organized -- everyone's just doing what they can. Teaching each other what they know, practicing battle moves and sparring and comparing tips. It's -- kind of nice, actually. Even though a part of them still whispers to keep their eyes on everyone, that they don't know who the traitors Sootstar warned them about could be, that they shouldn't be helping the enemy. They have to admit, it's good to feel like they're actually a part of the Clan, after so long functionally separated.
They do have a bit of knowledge themself, in the realm of defensive maneuvers, but they're mostly here to observe. They can keep an eye on all the other cats, see how they fight, listen with one ear to the passing conversations. It's something to do without pushing themself too hard.
Still, they would like to get a little training in. They skirt along the edge of the group, keeping an eye out for anyone who might want to do something more one-on-one.
It had started out small.
They missed a lot of training, during their moon in the medicine den. They'd barely just been apprenticed when they'd been caught in the fox trap. It's a moon that all the other apprentices got to spend preparing for something exactly like this. They would never complain about Wolfsong's training -- Sunflowerpaw considers themself very fortunate in Sootstar's pick of mentor for them -- but he has other duties, as lead warrior. And his battle training has been largely defensive, which has left them with a substantial gap in their knowledge. He'll get to the rest eventually, they know, but eventually will not cut it when the threat of battle creeps ever closer.
So. They'd gone to a few friends, very discreetly, seeking some advice.
Unfortunately, most of Sunflowerpaw's friends are tunnelers.
As it turns out, they're not the only one in need of battle training. Things had snowballed, from there. Sunflowerpaw's friends had gone to their own friends in search of help, and some of them actually had stuff to offer, and at some point it turned from a one-to-one thing to an actual meeting, an actual training session, which Sunflowerpaw was somehow responsible for, and --
Well. Here they are. WindClan's camp has been overtaken by a group of apprentices, starting small but certain to draw more participants, to be welcomed with open paws. It's not the most organized -- everyone's just doing what they can. Teaching each other what they know, practicing battle moves and sparring and comparing tips. It's -- kind of nice, actually. Even though a part of them still whispers to keep their eyes on everyone, that they don't know who the traitors Sootstar warned them about could be, that they shouldn't be helping the enemy. They have to admit, it's good to feel like they're actually a part of the Clan, after so long functionally separated.
They do have a bit of knowledge themself, in the realm of defensive maneuvers, but they're mostly here to observe. They can keep an eye on all the other cats, see how they fight, listen with one ear to the passing conversations. It's something to do without pushing themself too hard.
Still, they would like to get a little training in. They skirt along the edge of the group, keeping an eye out for anyone who might want to do something more one-on-one.
IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀
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// tldr; group battle training session with apprentices sharing what they've learned with each other. feel free to pair up or give/seek general group advice. or just practice on your own! set before the gathering, just to be safe
open to all apprentices! others are free to spectate but i'd prefer to keep this thread apprentice-focused
@cottonpaw @Goldenpaw (for interest, no need to wait) -
SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
— they/them, 5 moons.
— windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
— reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.
— mild limp.
primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid. -
