FIGHTING BEHIND THE MCDONALD'S PARKING LOT ഒ₊˚ BRACKENPAW

[SHEEPPAW]

Overhearing the grown-ups talking, Sheeppaw knows he really shouldn't eavesdrop but what can you do? He totally does anyway. He keeps quiet until the grown-up departs for a patrol. He quickly bounds away to the apprentice's den with a mischievous grin planted on his face. He spots the one, who'll probably agree with him to do this awesome thing. "Hey! Brackenpaw!"

He called out to the calico while coming to a trot. He brought his tail up, in a wave as he made it to the tunneler apprentice. "Uhh, wanna spar? Might be fun!" He questions the feline, with a tilt of his head. He wants to get a taste of fighting one on one with a clanmate. Sky - blue eyes stare at his denmate, bouncing on his charcoal - dusted paws in excitement. Sparring seems super fun. The word sparring and fun seemed like the best way to learn for him. However, those are vastly two different things that really shouldn't be in a sentence together.

Friends can have a friendly spar. The long - limbed apprentice starts to walk around the other, letting out a few boyish laughs as he didn't stay still for even a moment. He wants to practice his fighting moves with a spar, he will maybe... possibly lose. Duh. However, that's a-ok with him! That means he'll have to practice more and more, until he gets it right. His tail twitches behind him, while he spun circles around Brackenpaw.

FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

• ooc. @Brackenpaw !!!
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Brackenpaw]

At this point hearing the chipper tone of Sheeppaw was an expectation for Brackenpaw, there was still a part of them that was convinced that he was some agent of StarClan who was sent to pester them when they were at their most irate, to test the virtue of patience or something. The theory is flimsy but she’s convinced of it all the same, despite that she never shooed him off and always stuck around to engage in whatever antics were crafted that day. “Hello Sheeppaw” the reply is clipped and with a sigh but that annoyance in tone doesn’t match her expression. She instead pushes herself up from where she was sitting to meet him halfway at least.

She blinks at his question, a spar? It wasn’t something that she did often but there was always a lingering desire to try and get better at it. The incident at ShadowClan had shown her how important it was to not be unprepared in those situations. What had driven him to asking her of all cats though? Surely there was someone more interesting to ask, at least someone who may be a better opponent. Not that he seemed like he really cared about all that? It is Sheeppaw after all. There’s a thoughtful silence before ultimately she nods in agreement “yeah, sure. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to make it fun.” It’s sincere enough, genuinely convinced that the moor runner apprentice could make the most monotonous event fun to participate in. “Let’s at least find more space. I’m not starting this either, I want to see how you’d do it. Those are my conditions” she thought it was a fair thing to request, she only really knew how to spar with starting on the defensive and she was not particularly in the mood to try and change that today. With a flick of their tail they followed Sheeppaw’s lead. There’s that thought to leave camp but if she was going to try and bend rules then she’d rather save it for something more interesting than a spar, so within the camp's boundaries she remains.

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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