I NEED A HERO | intro

[MILKWHISKER]

Milkwhisker is on a mission. That mission, is going as well as expected. He's valiantly charged into battle, with his claws sheathed of course. Has looked smugly at his opponent, tossed his head and smiled, Milkwhisker is sure he's ticked all the boxes for success. he's made the rounds, acting unbearably smug, asking for a spar. So when he's uttered an embarrassingly confident: "Get prepared... To lose by my paws!" The expectation is success. He's trying his best to withstand the onslaught of attacks and to maintain his moral high ground, the foundation of his confidence held up by sticks and ego. He tussles, and while it's not immediate, it doesn't take long for him to be face down in the sandy floor of the hollow, hot gain pressing against his face and body, some maneuver sending him crashing down.

"You win." Huffs and puffs escape. "This time." Twisting and turning, he gracelessly rises to his paws. There are expectations of a former kittypet he's probably meeting, so he figures, the sooner he pretends he didn't lose the quicker it didn't happen.

His body is long and so are his ears, they both twitch, easily shaking the bitter tasting failure off. Good thing he has his speech prepared. Filed away neatly is the 'in case of failure, break' and it's time to break it. With ease he conjures puffed chest and fangy smile, eager to impress to any degree. "I strive to always be a better warrior, and this, is a learning experience. One day we will all be able to overcome the obstacles in our way."


// feel free to be his opponent or not
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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Father had taught her well- she hoped by now she was slowly proving herself competent as a warrior. Faced with an opponent- a ThunderClan warrior tried and true, to test her strength against, Thudergleam had been ready and willing- she had accepted the offer with a joyfully nodding head, keen for the challenge, the opportunity. "I do not go down easily," she had purred in response to his confident remark, boldly thrust into the world.

Thundergleam's strikes were swift and keen- fighting was in her blood, and she had been taught to end them quickly, deftly. Pinning an opponent down was the easiest way- after a bout of tussling, when Milkwhisker aimed a strike, she dodged silken and took advantage of his momentary off-balance. He went down- hawk-eye precise, she firmly held him down, though there was a blatant lack of aggression about her demeanour.

It was a good thing he took defeat so graciously! His wise words had Thundergleam nodding in enthused agreement, tufty tail flicking to and fro with approval. "Your values rest on strong foundation. It was an honour to be your opponent," she chirped- though, if there was to be a next time between them, Thundergleam made the mental note to keep her talents and talons sharp. To lose her edge and her swiftness would be a betrayal of Father's teachings...​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[leafhusk]

trading blows on the battlefield, spitting and hissing while limbs flail wildly around, sinking teeth into flesh- leafhusk is painfully average at fighting. she’s always preferred the safety of the bushes, hunting an enemy that’s no bigger than her paws. fuzzy memories told her that she grew out of kit-fighting early, even. this wasn’t something she had any shame over, no, every cat has their strengths and their weaknesses. as long as you can provide for the clan, did it really matter?

it didn’t mean she couldn’t be fascinated by it. milkwhisker and thundergleam sparred like two knights, pale limbs reaching for each other so rapidly she struggled to figure out who was who. leafhusk turned to any clanmate that was watching, quietly placing her bet and guessing outcomes. who says the bleachers have to sit in silence, while the opponents valiantly egg the other on. honestly, was surprised neither of them bowed afterwards in knightly gratitude.

a wince, and inaudible oh, as milkwhisker drops to the floor. thundergleam claims her victory humbly… who wasn’t the cat she bet on. her bias towards the other former kittypets showed in her decision making.

her tail flicks, curling around her paws. she pipes up when the pair collects themselves, "that was great work, you two."

her body a song ⚘ a poem in candlelight

• hi
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  LEAFHUSK 」 thunderclan lead warrior・ex-kittypet
  

  a long-haired, fawn sepia molly with pale golden eyes, she keeps her fur neatly groomed and free of any mats or tangles. leafhusk is easy to talk too and befriend, her attitude doesn't change much towards other clans but she is visibly wary around outsiders.

  ◆ physically easy, mentally easy, attack in underline & tag
  ◆ healing & peaceful powerplay allowed・all opinions ic
  ◆ she / her・currently mentoring adderpaw
  ◆ written by maxine ♡ dogfriends. on discord

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird feared she had gotten rusty, that time spent in gentlestorm's den and without an apprentice had caused her bones to grow stiff. now, with her freedom, there was no reason not to lurk amongst the sandy hollow. get in some practice, some studying of her clanmates skill.

she watches milkwhisker and thundergleam with a mild interest, surprisingly the loner howlingstar had marched into camp displayed an impressive prowess while she sparred. a quick flash of pale limbs and a short struggle, milkwhisker was subdued. his performance certainly failed to live up to his tongue.

the dark molly hums in agreement to leafhusk, coming to join the other warriors in long strides and flicking an approving ear to thundergleam. "i'm surprised, no demands for a rematch?" she would have assumed milkwhisker would be hounding for one after such an ego filled display resulted in a loss. perhaps he just wished to avoid conjuring another speech.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── GIVE ME THE BURDEN ⋅⋆⋅ GIVE ME THE BLAME ──┐‎

• ooc ↛
  

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 32 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. she is known best for agile paws, a quick wit, and putting thunderclan's wellbeing above all else.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BIGFANG]

Bigfang shares the same thought as Nightbird. All that confidence just to turn belly and gracefully take the loss? Still, he had respect for Milkwhisker, it was rare these days to see younger warriors still wishing to improve their skills. ”The apprentices should’ve been here to witness this. I’m tired of the groaning I hear when they’re beat in a fight, I’d have less headaches if they all took losing like this.” Poor attitudes, whining and sulking when they should instead be eager to learn from their defeat.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• » Hank ․ Bigfang
  » ThunderClan Warrior
  » Former Kittypet
  » He/him
  » A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• » A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
  » Excels in heavy, powerful moves.
  » Fights to protect and make opponents flee.
  » Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[darkthistle]

Bigfang's words nearly had Darkpaw's eyes rolling out of his head. He did witness it- just because his back was turned, practicing with his mentor, didn't meant he wasn't around to hear Milkwhisker get destroyed by the outsider. Snooted muzzle turned, wrinkled, and stared pointedly at the far larger tom. Even worse, when he did finally look at the match-up, it was an ex-kittypet and that weird outsider.

A scoff finally left his mouth as he stood straight, head tilting back away. Yeah, they could witness all they wanted together, but he had better things to pay attention to in his training rather then outsider-blood. Despite the instant gut feeling, Darkpaw had knew that Milkwhisker was going to lose. "Just proves what I thought." He muttered beneath his breath, crouching down at his next lesson.

mentor tag @asterfrost ​

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"speech"​