- Jul 20, 2022
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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.
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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