im all about value [open // sparring]

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I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS

Keeping busy had become the cornerstone of Dusks existence. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially when you considered the fact that before all this he'd been gut-wrenchingly, soul-crushingly lost in life. At least now he had something do, something to be a part of. It was a new feeling to him, this sense of purpose, and he'd latched onto it with a vice-like grip that showed no signs of letting go anytime soon. He may still be young and inexperience and lacking in so many things, but he was learning. Tenacity was something that seemed to exist in him in droves, no amount of sharp-eyed glared or discouraging words enough to dissuade him. And failure? Failure could fuck right off. He knew that as long as he kept going eventually whatever he was working toward would come to him.

And sparring was no exception to that rule.

Now when it came to fighting, Dusk wasn't entirely inexperienced. In fact, out of all the clan related activities -hunting, patroling, making nests, etc- fighting was maybe the one thing he actually had a bit of footing with. After all, the cages had been a dangerous, violent place, and if you didn't learn how to use your claws to keep what you had, you were often quick to lose everything. That did not, however, make Dusk an expert fighter. While he undeniably had a good instinct for it, he lacked the precision and technicality that many of the Windclan cats had. He didn't know any real moves or go in there with any strategy toward battle technique- he just fought, impulsively and rough, adapting as he went. His style was more akin to a wild animal than a trained fighter. But he was a large cat, one who had worked up a solid carving of muscle throughout his shoulders and legs from running the moors and living wild before that, and he didn't always prove to be the easiest opponent in a spar.

Still, he knew he had work to do. Lots, in fact. He was still leaps and bounds behind the other cats his age, and he was eager to close that gap as quickly as he could. "Anyone feel like sparring?"he called as he made his way over to the little clearing he'd seen Sootstars use once. It was as good a place as any.

windclan warrior - male - 17 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat
 
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" Huh, looks like everyone is scared of you Dusk." Leech spoke out after the silence had remained far to long for his own liking. Dusk was not a cat that was special different from any of the other cats around here, but he did seemed to have something going on with Damask Rose which much to his own dislike lead him to start keeping an eye on the bengal cat too. Rose was far to trusting after all who couldn't even tell when a cat was nothing but a coldhearted snake. Leech had no intention to take on the challenge himself though. He hated the idea of sparring to get touched by others...especially when it come to adults or even worse, she-cats. Dusk was far older then him anyway with experience that he himself lacked. Leech was far to smart to make a fool out of himself in public like this. Just the idea of this tom getting anywhere near him made him feel sick.

" Uhm, if..if nobody else want to..." Damask Rose would softly speak up, feeling a bit bad for Dusk for not having a spar partner yet!. After having get to know a little bit more about Dusk this past few days he believed them to be very nice!. He had the heart at the right place. The cinnamon would offer a gentle smile towards the soon-to-be warrior. " I could spar with you...that's if you are okay with me. I'm not that good at fighting.." and he was young too. Maybe that would embarass Dusk to spar someone as young like him. In that case it would make him feel bad for even asking.

// to lazy to swift accounts xP



 
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Lunaria was returning from a patrol just as the young Damask Rose spoke up, seeming to accept a challenge of some sort. With a slight tilt of her head, the former soldier would make her way over to the small group and meow softly, "Sparring are we?" Her sapphire gaze moved from Dusk to the two younger cats who seemed to be the only ones who had heeded the call, "I would be honored to spar with whoever wishes. I am interested to see the battle techniques of the cats who were born here."

Her gaze would light up ever so slightly, interest hidden behind the usual reserve she wore like a second coat. Still, she would stand at the ready, patiently waiting to see if Dusk would accept the young ones' offer or her own.

 
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The sound of Duskfire calling out in the clearing is what drew him in at first. Inky wasn't good at many things, hunting being barely there and making nests a higher stance, fighting was probably his worst skillset. With being sightless, he wasn't able to gauge his oppents next move or tell where they were going to go next. It was always a mystery and a lot of wild swinging on his own part, so it wasn't very effective fighting style. So, the chance to learn from Duskfire and actually learn to fight- who was he to say no? The black cat moved to stand up on his paws and head over to the deputy, "Count me in too, I could use a good teacher," He mused to the tomcat with a playful nudge of his shoulder.