- Dec 11, 2023
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Laurelpaw's weight slammed into the dirt, sending up a small cloud of dust. His claws gripped into the training ground as his body lumbered back in a ricochet. Rocketing towards his target, in an attempt to slam his whole body into Halfpaw, his goal is for the both of them to end up sprawled on the ground. Even if he misses though his body splatters against the ground with a tired huff.
The two had been scrapping for awhile now, mentor's watching lazily from the sidelines, it seemed that today they were evenly matched. If Laurelpaw won first, Halfpaw would win the second match and so it went on. Laurelpaw personally needed a bit of a breather from the training, It was funny though, this would be close to one of his last times training as an apprentice, it almost felt like a waste to spend it catching his breath.
The whole concept of being named a warrior was dawning on him rather slowly, he didn't feel particularly grown. If he had to put a name to how he pictured himself, if not a warrior, it would be "scared kit", still seeking safety and comfort in the nest of a warm queen, or maybe it just felt like he couldn't provide comfort and safety if it was asked of him. Either way, he soaked up these final days of apprenticeship with apprehension at the new duties he would have in the coming moons.
He looks to his sister, there is not a chance in StarClan that she feels anything similar.
He finally stands up again, ready for another round of "battle". As he squares his jaw and shoulders he finally lets a question slip "Are you scared? To be a warrior, I mean." He already knew she was scared he was going to come out on top of this spar, there wasn't a chance she wasn't. But, he honestly was curious about what his littermate was thinking about the whole ordeal. With all the assessment stuff and catch-up on weak skills in this last moon the two really hadn't spoken candidly in awhile. What better time to catch up than in sparring practice?
"speech"