pafp I FELL HARD IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT. sparring

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — Hailstorm was trying to familiarize himself with the new den, emphasis on was, but had gotten pulled away by Batwing who seemed more intrigued in a spar amongst friends and he tries to think of the last time he had gotten dragged into one of those before. It was a while though he does remember when the smaller tom had roped Redwind to spar with him moons ago and the memory brings amusement to his dark copper gaze, the medicine cat apprentice twitched his whiskers stepping out to the clearing and made sure that there wasn't any kittens tumbling about before facing his opponent. What Batwing lacked in size he made up with speed which would likely give the other an advantage even if briefly, the burly tom tries to think of the last time he's fought and finds his memory to be rather fuzzy.

"You go first," He says to his best friend with a nod of his head and lowers himself into a battle stance with both ears perked forward, his plush coat hiding the muscles that rippled underneath and how they got ready for whatever Batwing might throw at him. It's the fight of the century, he thinks amused to himself considering that he was a medicine cat in training against the newly promoted lead warrior even if he did know how to fight. He's interested to see how his spar will play out.

/ please wait for Batwing

✦ I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN; I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ amab he/him ; other pronouns used towards him will confuse him
  ✦ 49 moons old
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

▵ ———————— ◮ ———————— ▵

Batwing had been trying to settle back into normal life. Well, fuck, it wasn't really normal anymore. Leopardtongue had almost done, he had three mini-hims now, Little Wolf was gone- the list went on and on, and he felt near sick to his stomach. A sigh left him, ears lowering as he thought about what to do to return a sense of normalcy.

Probably harass his best friend.

That's exactly what he was doing. Batwing had found Hailstorm in the medicine den, and dragged him out into the open hollow of camp. A grin was spread wide on his lips, tail lofted and swaying with some kind of happiness in his bones. Something that the lead warrior judged the camp needed. He turned towards Hailstorm, ears wiggling as he dropped into a stance. The light and bouncy parts of him disappeared, footsteps whisper-light and dangerous instead, tail lowered and ears perked forward.

He was every bit a speed-damage warrior as Hailstorm could've been akin to a tank. And he knew how to use that against bigger targets- for example, Redwind. "Fine by me." Batwing responded- and he inhaled deeply, shooting forward and aiming to slide past Hailstorm to knock his legs out from underneath of him. He'd swing back around on the other side, looking to see the result of the attack.

"speech"​

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[BURNSTORM]

He has mixed feelings about Hailstorm. The tom had come back claiming that he and Little Wolf had taken each other as mates while on the journey, that he had been with her in her final moments. It is strange to him though, to see someone outside of his family grieve so much for his mother. Strange to think of Little Wolf with anyone other than Blazestar and even stranger to think about what life would be like had she come back. Hailstorm would certainly not have picked the path of a medicine cat if that were the case.

The idea of a spar is something that Burnstorm can get behind. Even if he was just on the sidelines. There could be a lot to learn even from just watching. He turns to his apprentice as he settles down nearby "Make sure you watch carefully. After their done I want you to tell me five things each of them did wrong and right" Hailstorm and Batwing were both more experienced warriors, it could be worth their while to pay attention.

// @FALCONPAW.
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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — A glimpse of dark fur is enough to make him think about the mountains, the cruel cold, and the snow that covered the ground with purple flora growing despite of the harsher weather, how its able to survive despite everything yet he's still trying to adjust to normalcy just like his best friend. So much time had passed and the sight of Burnstorm from the corner of his eye is enough to distract him for a heartbeat but that's all Batwing needed to launch his attack successfully and Hailstorm stumbled barely catching himself, nearly losing his balance being enough to kickstart his brain and actually put his entire mind and thoughts into this spar. The larger tom let's out a slow breath beginning to think of ways that he could overpower the blue smoke during this fight where he possesses strength, Batwing has the advantage of speed and surely endurance but Hailstorm does too. His pupils narrow as he lunges forward only to sidestep in an attempt to briefly confuse the lead warrior and lifts one of his paws forward to land a heavy hit Batwing's leg or shoulder to deter his balance even for just a heartbeat.

Hailstorm leaping backwards to avoid any hit that Batwing might try after his own attack, a small grin on his maw waiting for whatever the other had in store for him.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS: if it isn't a fatal injury and reached in time, your life is in good paws
  ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS: recognizes it and its not such a pleasant sight but he'll do what he can especially with marigold in paw
  ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS: oftentimes slips by him but he'll provide you poppy seeds for the pain and tell you to rest. if you continue to ache, he'll see what else he can do for you
  ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS: ah, he notices you sneezing and hopes that he didn't catch onto it too late, he'll make sure that you're taken care of. anything more serious will stump him
  ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES: will provide you the necessary space you need, ask you odd questions, and try to regulate your breathing. if it's something more intense he will call for his mentor
  ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS: he'll advise you to rest and get a good meal, he'll ask berryheart about those herbs before you leave
  ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES: oh jeez, it shouldn't be in that angle or poking out. gross. you should lay down, he'll go get berryheart
  ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING: absolutely clueless... you were expecting?
  ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS: do not eat poison. (he has no clue)
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 49 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FALCONHEART]

The cream tabby has never been good at fighting, and even worse at sparring against his clanmates. He feels too bad about beating clanmates in a fight, even if the fight is all in good fun. And he feels even worse about losing a fight, no matter how low the stakes are. Still, he trails after Burnstorm, and settles down beside his dark-furred mentor as the two begin their friendly spar. Burnstorm tells him to watch carefully, giving him an assignment to focus on, and the young tom can’t help but to balk a bit at the idea.

Five things? That’s a lot of things to name. Ten in total—will he even remember enough to name everything he’s noticed? Still, it isn’t as though he has a choice; Falconpaw nods once, gaze shifting to focus on the two sparring toms. If he pays close enough attention, he won’t miss a single thing. And maybe he can figure out a better way to fight while he’s at it. "Okay," he murmurs, tail flicking carefully as he observes the warriors. "What Batwing just did—he tried to trip Hailstorm. Is it good to knock your opponent down when they’re bigger than you?" Nearly every cat is larger than Falconpaw, but he is aware of how fast he is. If he tries the same tactics that Batwing is trying, maybe he can be as good a fighter as the older tom. Maybe he can be a lead warrior, too.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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