pafp FULL WEREWOLF OFF THE BUCKLE ⁀➷ spar gone wrong

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ The sand beneath Fallowpaw's toes is warm and grounding as they stare across the clearing. Dustpaw, an opponent. A spar. Training, as dictated by their mentors. This is... good, she decides. She needs the practice. She can't be letting cats like Baying Hound and Halfpaw constantly get the upper paw against her or it could have real consequences. This is the sort of training she should be focusing on, really. Self defense; stars know she needs it.

Dustpaw won't hurt her, not really. She tells herself that and tries to soothe the tightness in her chest. Breathes out slowly through her nose, face set in a glare. "Ready," she murmurs, giving a slight nod to Dustpaw. Charging in is tempting, but..."You first." She won't get the chance in a real fight. Best to see what she's up against first; she'll let the other apprentice have the first move.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, seven moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw, doepaw, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[DUSTPAW]

જ➶ Oh, she is so ready. She is so pumped for this! Though she knows she isn't the best when it comes to fighting this training is her best bet at getting better at it. She knows that there are dangers lurking all in the forest thanks to those wolves and not to mention the other clans. If she wants to be the best she has got to work on her skills first. Improvement is key and so as she steps on the soft sands of the training field the young molly looks across it to her opponent. A fellow apprentice, Fallowpaw. A small smile rests on the snow dusted apprentice's muzzle as she waves her tail in greeting. She wonders how to go about this but she knows there are rules. No hurting each other and claws must stay sheathed. Right shifting back and forth Dustpaw glances toward her mentor before then looking to Fallow once more. "Yeah! Me too!" Honestly she isn't expecting to have the chance to go first and so she is clearly surprised by the opportunity.

Still she will hopefully do well and with a vigorous nod she lowers her body. Be fast. Be decisive. She can do this. Suddenly she launches herself forward to close the gap between her and the other. Aiming a paw swiftly for the other's legs in an attempt to catch them off balance before trying to knock the other over with a quick shove forward.​

 

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ She'd given permission to Dustpaw to start, so she can't be caught off-guard. Still, her defensive capabilities are... lacking. The blow to her legs has her stumbling, cursing herself internally for the weakness. Dustpaw moves too fast for her to catch herself, and she's falling backwards quickly.

She was ready for this, though. Golden eyes flash with aggravation, claws shooting out to dig into the ground for stability. She's not supposed to use them - and how exactly is she supposed to fight without claws? She's still got teeth, sure, but she's supposed to only grab onto scruff. She's in a bad position now, she needs to act fast. Blunt force. Fallowpaw shoots up quickly, barreling forwards in an attempt to headbutt the other apprentice as she rises to her feet. A growl draws its way from her throat unbidden; she won't let her have the advantage.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, seven moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw, doepaw, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[DUSTPAW]

જ➶ Some things she knows she can not foresee happening. Afterall she is still learning the basics. Learning how to move her body, how to strike, how to dodge. Knowing when to take advantage of a situation. The choice that Fallowpaw makes is not one she anticipates and the rush of air that leaves her lungs is audible. It's a struggle to pull it back in and she almost panics after the other's head collides with her chest. It causes her to stumble back quickly and a second longer for her to pull in that much needed air. Ow, ow. It's a burning pain and she almost glares at the other before she presses forward in her own attempt to regain the upperhand. Her movements can be nothing more than sloppy even as she tries to slap her paw against the other's face in a try for disorientating. If that even manages to work at all her next move is to try and quickly grab onto Fallow's scruff and pull. A try to get her to fall to the ground on her side.

Come on, she can do this. She can make Mothfur and Palefire proud of her. And she can show Thunderclan that she has a place here. She can become a great warrior.​

 

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Her headbutt works amd there's a cruel satisfaction in the apprentice's gut at the widening of Dustpaw's eyes, her stumbling steps. Its lips pull away to flash sharp teeth, unopposed to glaring unlike its opponent. It surges forwards once again, straight into the smack of a clawless paw. Still clueless on the defensive; she'd gotten too caught up in the rush of adrenaline.

And before she knows it, Fallowpaw is on the ground. The whole world tilts, falls sideways in a rush. Down, down, her flank scraping against the coarse sand. There are teeth in her scruff and she yanks her head away, feeling the tearing of fur as she does so. Her claws can't find purchase. She's on her side and her belly is exposed. Vulnerable. In danger. She can't grasp at the ground but she can get her opponent away. A paw lashes out to what's nearest. Perhaps had she been a more calm, more collected opponent it would be a simple returning of blows. A cuff to the face, disorienting and harmless. Yet Fallow's claws stay unsheathed, latch onto the softest thing in sight. Rake down, across Dustpaw's eye, soft growl building to a full snarl. Away, she demands wordlessly, caught up in the rush of a tilting world.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

• this will be open after dustpaw's next post!
  

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  "SPEECH"
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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw, doepaw, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[DUSTPAW]

જ➶ tw: eye injury and blood

When her opponent goes down into the sand Dustpaw is almost bewildered. It actually worked! She feels highly accomplished, proud even and she whips her head around to look for approval. Something she shouldn't have done because as she turns her head back to focus back on Fallowpaw she feels the sudden pain of claws hitting her face. They drag and tear at her skin, down, and down. Hitting something that makes a soft almost muted popping sound. Her head jerks when claws catch the rim of her eye socket, following the downward moment of the striking claws. Her chin hits the sand as she cowers there, a blossoming of nothing but pure emptiness on her left side. At first there is nothing but confusion, her mind racing to try and catch up on what happened. Then as she feels the strange sensation of her eye leaking followed by the sudden hyper pain encapsulating her skull it is when she finally seems to be hit with reality. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Her shrill cry lights up the training grounds as she toss her head back and forth. Her other amber orb wide and terrified.

"IT HURTS! IT HURTS AND I CAN'T SEE!" Blood is dribbling down her face. Droplets dripping from her chin onto the sandy ground as she breathes out harshly. The world is starting to spin, shake, and she feels so so sick. What happened to her? What did Fallowpaw do to her?

@STORMYWING @Mothfur ​

 

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ Fallowpaw is scrambling to her feet before she can register what's happened. Her fur is bushed, ready to continue the fight, but... Something's wrong. Her claws are still unsheathed. Dustpaw is cowering on the sand.

Fallowpaw deflates, confusion coming before panic. It doesn't react fully, for a moment. Dustpaw is screaming. "What - no, you..." It's a spar. It's just a spar. Fallowpaw just got scared, and...

Oh, stars. Dustpaw looks like she's just been attacked, and all at once it hits her the severity of what she's done. "I - I didn't mean to," Fallowpaw whispers, like a kit caught causing trouble. Her voice grows louder as she continues, panicked bubbling up in a frenzy. "I didn't mean to, I promise, I - " She chokes. She's backing away, eyes wide. Blood runs rivulets down the other apprentice's face. It looks familiar, so familiar. Like scars running down her mother's cheek, like blood running down her sisters' faces. Going for the eyes, going for what's most vulnerable. A classic rogue trick. It is truly her mother's blood in Fallowpaw's veins, and she feels sick.

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

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• 

  
  
  "SPEECH"
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• 
  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw, doepaw, fawnpaw, & elkpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur was glad that his apprentice was finally sparring with another besides himself. It was good for her to learn others fighting techniques and how to play defense rather than offense. He sat at a distance with the other mentor, enjoying the heat of the sun that hit his back.

As the spar began to escalate a bit further, Mothfur began ignoring the conversation that was occurring and put his full undivided attention on the two. Any mistake that was made was taken note on by the tom, already readying for their next training session for improvement. In all, Mothfur was proud of how fast Dustpaw moved, and how she fought in general... He smiled at her weakening her opponents balance before anything. However, Mothfur was caught off guard at the sudden intensification. The tom didn't expect their spar to escalate that fast. Now standing, the tom attempted to call it off when Fallowpaw hit the ground, but ultimately failed when claws made contact... He felt his heart drop at the sight, tail slashing around in response.

You could say the tom roared in rage in response to his apprentice's cries. His heart now barking through his skin as he raced to the apprentices, his raging steps soundless. A low grumble tripped out of his throat as he assessed the situation that now sat Infront of him. Mothfur attempted to stop his apprentices bleeding face, holding her close. Now hiding his emotions, the tom attempted to not escalate the situation, "It's okay.. It's okay." he responded to the cries that sounded around him. "We need the medicine cat." This feeling was odd to him, he never felt so... worried?
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[STORMYWING]

Fallowpaw's first spar with another apprentice! Stormywing sits tall, her chin lifted proudly as a competitive smirk flutters on her lips. She sits next to Mothfur, the tom whose apprentice her own would be training with today. As the spar begins, she is quick to start her hooting and hollering, yowling out things like, "Yeah, go Fallowpaw!" and "Get up! Gotta be fast!"

She's really enjoying herself for the first time in a long time. Since the twoleg bridge. She feels her chest heave with laughter as she chats with Mothfur, but when the cry splits the clearing she freezes, blood running cold. Her apprentice has drawn her claws against Dustpaw's face, and the she-cat is now on the ground crying and bleeding. "Oh my gosh!" She adds to the noise, leaping to her paws and bounding forward. Her heart races as she watches Mothfur comfort his apprentice, his words causing her to nod in agreement. "Fallowpaw, tell Gentlestorm we're on our way, now! It's Dustpaw's eye!" She shouts to the younger cat before turning back to the injured apprentice. "We've gotta help her back," She urges, voice filled with panic.​