private IT'S ONLY NOON // training

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME
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periwinklebreeze 27 moons demi-boy windclan lead warrior
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For all that he has learnt and grown over the moons, Periwinklebreeze knows that he is not perfect - far from it, in fact. And of all his skills, it is his fighting he lacks confidence in - a late bloomer, an apprentice who'd not even sparred until his third moon of training. His body is a testament of not only his survival, but his failures - each scar an attack he'd failed to evade. Vulturepaw will not end up like him - not if he has any say in it.

And so he seeks help - turns to others better suited in their skills. He speaks to Foxglare in quiet tones - today's training will be in his paws, and periwinklebreeze will merely be supervision, to play referee only if needed. Ear flicks, and at last he turns to his apprentice, peeing down his muzzle with a serious expression. " T-today, foxg-glare is g-going to teach you. L-learn from him as th-though you are learning f-from me - and k-kep your claws sheathed, "

Training with unsheathed claws is not something unfamiliar to him by any means - but the thought of his own child being the one bleeding leaves him discomfited. He assures himself he's not being overprotective - just cautious, but he feels distinctly uncomfortable as he stands on the sidelines anyways.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E
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//@FOXGLARE @Vulturepaw
 
⁀➷ If the lead warrior were to voice his views on his own scars—visible reminders of his failures—Foxglare would have to disagree. Scars were proof that you were alive. Even if he hadn’t been in a position to attest to knowing it was true, he could see Periwinklebreeze’s resilience worn outwardly.

Would he say he was most proud of his battle skills? “Proud” wasn’t the word he’d choose, exactly. They were useful. And he wasn’t all that surprised that Periwinklebreeze approached him for this type of training as opposed to, say, hare-hunting. All that’s to say that when Periwinklebreeze approached him to help out with Vulturepaw’s training, Foxglare agreed readily.

He’d been trained with unsheathed claws, of course, there was plenty to learn by getting scratched in practice a bit before having to run into real battles for the first time. But he’d agree that young apprentices were too prone to slip-ups to get any real value from having their claws out without risking unnecessarily bothering Cottonsprig and eating up her leaf-stocks.

He flicks his ears as the other warrior explains the task to their apprentice, quietly assessing Vulturepaw’s posture and mannerisms. Seemed a bit nervous. That was fine. Perinwinklebreeze sits off to the side to observe, and Foxglare turns to face the young apprentice directly, “We’re gettin’ right into it. Dodge this.”

This was Vulturepaw’s only warning before he aims a straightforward sheathed ‘slash’ toward his muzzle, mostly just testing his defensive instincts.

  • OOC:

  • meztli . sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
    — he/him. 22mo moor-runner of windclan. Mentored by shalestripe. currently mentoring frightpaw. formerly mentored tigersting.
    — a scarred, hulking white and golden tabby tom with gray eyes
    — taciturn, vigilant, reserved, self-righteous, restrained, independent, humanitarian, unyielding
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — penned by eezy