camp I HAVE TO DISAGREE [ spar training ]

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

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Batwing had been assigned training for his responsibility this round. He exhaled softly. The only thing that he was good at was sparring and fighting, he supposed. The weather today was chilly, and his nose lifted towards the sky. No indicating of snow, just a clear blue sky and a perfect sun to train under. His head turned, muzzle lifting softly. "Alright! Apprentices, gather around. We're going to work on takedowns in pairs." His tail twitched as he announced it.

Batwing sat in a clear space of camp as he continued to speak. "I'll be the takedown in question. Pick your pairs, and pick strategically. Not your best friend, but the person who may best compliment your skills already." Two challenges in one. The first was himself- speedy as he was, with experience to boot, and the second, strategy. Being able to find a skillset that complimented your own, filled in for your weaknesses and lift up your best points- that was a difficult choice, but something that would be wise to start training into.

"speech"​

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[Flamestar]

As Thunderclan's new deputy, part of her duties was now overseeing the apprentice's training progress. With Acornwish now a warrior, she found herself for the first time in many moons without an apprentice to train. It felt strange, but perhaps it was a good thing for now. She cast a quick glance at the nursery...it had been empty for most of Leafbare, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be empty for too much longer.

At Batwing's call for the apprentice's to join him, she padded over as well. She sat off to the side, and offered him a smile in greeting. Their task was to double up and take down Batwing. A good skill to have mastered before going into battle someday. She hoped the apprentice's wouldn't have to fight for many more moons, but life was unpredictable. "If you need any help, I'll be back here." The tabby offered quietly, flicking her tail over her front paws.
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★ don't need to save me

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Deputy of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring none
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 29 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[PALEFIRE]

Palepaw was fairly skilled at hunting by this point in her training, but was admittedly still a bit clumsy when it came to fighting. She was certainly big enough and strong enough to be good at it, and felt she had a lot of potential in this arena, but for some reason she just hadn't got the hang of the strategy aspect yet. She wasn't great at figuring out her opponent's weaknesses and using them to her advantage in the heat of the moment; she usually just let her instincts guide her rather than thinking things through, which was where she was lacking currently. So the call for a spar training session, as much as she dreaded it, pulled her over to the group.

Blue eyes trained on Batwing as he explained the exercise to them. They were going to have to pair up and try to take him down using strategy - the thing she was worst at. That probably meant she should try to pair up with one of the older apprentices who excelled at battle training. She scanned the growing crowd with intense calculation, wanting desperately to use this opportunity to finally improve her fighting skills before she became a warrior next moon. She didn't want to get out there in the world, representing her clan, and be made to look a fool. "Does anyone wanna pair up with me?" she called out to the group, her tail flicking impatiently.

 

[Martenmask]

The honor of training an apprentice had not ever been Martenmask's, which he could not necessarily blame anyone for. It was not too terribly long ago that he himself had been an apprentice, and he anticipated that his background meant he would have to truly prove himself as a warrior to earn the privilege of bringing up the next generation. That was fine by him - he had reasons aplenty to make himself a worthwhile member of ThunderClan; the chance that he might someday become a mentor was only icing on the cake. This being said, the Ragdoll's relentless curiosity meant that he could be seen a few fox-lengths from the gradually forming group of apprentices. Though weariness was etched into the lines of his face, indicating that his insomnia had caught up to him the previous night, his blue eyes were bright as he watched Batwing issue his instructions and Palepaw request a partner. He considered making some sort of light-hearted joke at Batwing's expense - something about the lead warrior being an easy mark for a takedown, or a pun about bats - but decided against it...for now.​

 

[Lightflower]

Lightpaw swallowed a groan at the idea that she'd be doing more battle training. She was still sore from her last one with Roeflame. The thought of it made her chin twinge. Palepaw's question rang out, and she flicked an ear. "I could, but I don't know if you'd want to," she mewed. She curled her tail self consciously around herself. All she'd have to do was pass her exam. It would be fine.​

[ MAYBE THIS TIME I'LL WIN ]​

 

[batwing]

.i'll be your calm, —————————

————————— before the storm!.

▵ ———————— ◮ ———————— ▵

Batwing's eyes shifted towards Flamewhisker, and his head dipped gently towards the deputy. A slow grin found his face at her statement. "Hopefully I can manage two apprentices on my own." He teased lightly, his tail twitching as an amused look panned back towards the cats that began to gather. Martenmask's vision was slightly speculative, perhaps thinking too hard about something, but a pair of apprentices did gather.

"Lightpaw and Palepaw." He called, standing up and taking a step forward towards them. A smile found his face then- warm, and full of grace, clearly aware of what was going to happen here. "You two pair up." He instructed, stepping away from them to gain a bit of space. Turning to face them, Batwing's stance shifted- head lowing, haunches tightening and becoming a bit more imposing. "Discuss strategy if you wish. You will not oft have time to discuss it in the heat of battle- nor will you have time to pick a preferred partner." He explained.

His claws remained sheathed, amusement laying upon his face. "You may begin."

"speech"​

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