no angst FIGHT NIGHT!! + sparring round one!

[TURTLEDOVE]

The days were growing shorter and tensions grew higher. Turtledove was not the sharpest thorn on the vine, but she knew when battle was stirring. Her kithood and apprentice days were generally peaceful with only a few blows and hisses thrown across borders, but she was ready for the change she could almost taste in the air. Because of this peaceful length of time, she felt her muscles were stiff and unused. She sparred plenty as an apprentice, usually throwing her weight against her much skinnier mentor unfairly, but since her warrior ceremony all she had truly done was hunt, swim, and fish. She loved those things, but sparring was her true love.

The beech copse, still showing signs of their temporary stay, held cats who had agreed to a sparring tournament. Turtledove had nearly jumped for joy at the turnout. Maybe her clanmates were also feeling the lack of movement their muscles desired. Plus, it would help warm them up against the days that seemed... a little too cold. Probably nothing.

The spotted she-cat paced in front of those gathered, stub tail twitching in excitement. "Alright! Here's what's gonna happen! We're gonna spar against each other until we have a winner! This will be our first sparring round, and then we'll have another and another until the final match!" She purred and gestured her head to the open space behind her. She could already feel the excitement buzzing in the air between the participants.

"Let's get this going! First round will be... @LAKEMOON and @splashdance, @STREAMSONG and @BRONZESHINE, @BEEFANG and @bubbleburst, and @Valesight and @claythorn! The rest of us will face off against the winners of this round next time." Turtledove moved off to the side to let the sparring matches begin!

✧ ✧ YOU COULD LET IT ALL GO

• ooc: please work with your sparring partners about how you will spar (dice roll, decided winner, etc.) and how many posts it will take (3 or one or none if your partner is having a hard time posting right now). this is meant to be fun so no pressure if you can't make the posting deadline!
  
  speaking of which! at 1:30 pm CST on November 4th, the first round will wrap and i'll post the second round. if everyone gets their sparring matches done before then i will post the second round early :)
  
  as always, please reach out with any questions!
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• — large stocky silver charcoal tabby she-cat with short tail and green eyes
  — 12 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  — bisexual(?) ; currently not looking
  — child of Pondstep and Shadoweye
  — riverclan ; loyal to lichenstar
  — easy to befriend ; trusts easily with a kind word
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed and encouraged!

 

[valesight ➶]

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It's with utmost respect that he sizes up Claythorn... though she parades herself as a mother today, and forever more really, she had always been a formidable warrior first. The first of his opponents already would prove a challenge... and though he was better at fighting (unfortunately) than he was at hunting, it didn't change that he truly had concerns he wouldn't make it past this.

He skirts off to make sure they have space needed for a fair fight, bowing his head slightly in a respectful greeting and permission to start. Split-hued limbs crouch down, considering the torbie she-cat's physique... her strengths... They were not so unlike in some ways, even if he never hung out with her enough to really know.

"Alright... here goes nothing..."

With a small nod, he gives away his exact moment to strike, lumbering forward to throw both his paws towards Claythorn's face in an attempt to disorient her but his stance is unsteady and wide open for rebuttal.

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• @claythorn hehe
• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fourteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[claythorn]

Claythorn looks... akin to a ghast. But she was here- she was making the effort to stand in front of Valesight, but her head was throbbing, and her eyes felt like they had sand in them. Valesight was.. a peer. She remembered trying to defend him- or was she trying to fight him- during apprenticeship? She can't remember. Her ears twitched when Valesight speaks, and she is sore when she tries to move.

She avoids his paws at first, and manages to fling herself back at Valesight, trying to body him aside. Claythorn stumbles backwards with squinted eyes moments later, paw raising to push against her head. There are other spars happening around them. She knows Moonbeam was watching somewhere, knows that Beefang's sharp eye was upon her- but she just... wasn't right. A breath left her, head shaking as she raised a paw. She knew when to quit- and now was that time.

"I yield. Not feelin' the best." She mumbles, dipping her head quickly to Valesight, then Turtledove.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // this is after a secret thread! eden and i discussed this outcome between rolls/my dms!

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, eighteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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