pafp LAST WORDS | sparring hail

[SILVERSMOKE]

The tabby was getting antsy. Tension bubbled in the air at every feasible moment, whether it was from a clanmate saying something asinine or the threat of another enemy invasion looming over their heads. His claws were growing painfully unused, and he'd even lost the chance to train with his apprentice after Chrys mewed something incomprehensible. He would stick to his promise of not letting the boy learn until he'd gotten some sympathy for those less fortunate than themselves. It was a moral he wouldn't forego even at his own expense... when it came to his own clan at least. Regardless, Silversmoke had damn near approached the first animal he saw that day to request a spar, and luckily (or unluckily) for him, that cat happened to be Hailstone. He liked them enough to call them a friend, but pride was a funny beast, and he didn't doubt the number of jeers he'd get from the crowd if he lost to a Daylight Warrior. Silver was known to be one of the SkyClanners more critical of kittypets after all. He mostly loathed their impracticality, though some irked him on a personal level due to their ignorance too.

Hailstone wasn't ignorant, and with how much time he spent in SkyClan camp, he wasn't impractical either, but the label would still be there in the eyes of passersby. He flexed his claws nervously at that fact and cast a fiery glance to the opposite end of the sandbed, grateful at least that he could use the training grounds again. Silversmoke's heart raced with anticipation, only worsening the fear that he would 'lose' what was supposed to be a friendly duel. He looked around as he waited for the other to signal that they were ready, assessing tactical advantages within the pit. He felt for how firm the sand was below, gripping it with his claws subtly, and when satisfied, he tilted his chin upwards. "I won't hold back. I expect you to do the same." Silversmoke didn't wait for anymore affirmation. He leaped forwards, limbs outstretched as he careened across the training grounds towards the Daylight Warrior.

Except, he didn't make it further than a few steps before his paws suddenly failed to find a grip. A thin stretch of ice had frozen over a part of the pit, near-impossible to see for the animal with the stunted depth perception. His forepaws fell out from under him and a set of strong hind legs soon followed, the SkyClanner going spread eagle against the stretch of frozen earth as he tried to find some semblance of balance. Already his ears burned at the indignation, a wary glance cast towards Hailstone as he tried to force his way out of the icy predicament.

@Hailstone

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[Ashenclaw]

[ ☾ ] It was suppose to be a short day, a quick patrol and some training with Parnsippaw and then he had to head home before his twolegs got too suspcious. Then he was approached by none other than Silversmoke, and it was requested that they have a bit of a sparring match. It was interesting, he didn't think the silver tabby liked him or maybe it was more tolerate?

Still, he wasn't one to turn down an easy win so now they stood in the training hollow. The long haired cat stood opposite of him and stated that he shouldn't go easy on him, cause Silversmoke wasn't going too. There was a firm nod of understanding from the blue tabby tomcat before he crouched to the ground, readying himself.

Hailstone watched as Silversmoke leaped for him and he braced for impact, but it never came. He opened green eyes to spot that Silversmoke had fallen victim to ice below him. There was a loud snort that came from the blue tabby cat at the others' failure and he had to put a paw to his maw to stiffle the noise. That was too good to be true. He was never going to let the other live that one down.

"Nothing more than a kitten learning to walk, Silvy!" Hailstone mused from where he stood across the clearing, and then crouched low to the ground. Hailstone wasn't by no means quick, but he was large and powerful, so he aimed to charge for the long haired cat and attempted to just tackle him.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Hunting had always been Figpaw’s skill, but she was far from a poor fighter. Her ego was quite bruised yet from the WindClan raid where she was knocked right back down onto her rump. Of course her injured leg had been to blame, but Figpaw thinks if she had been just a tad stronger she could’ve saved her clan from losing herbs.

Watching warriors spar was always a good way to pick up on tips and tricks, and even better, they weren’t fighting in the trees! She watches from afar, eyes trained on their paws to watch their foot work. The red she-cat could barely guess what they were going to do next!​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/05

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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 9 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes. Mangled right hind leg.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ Pansexual . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

The sight of warriors training piqued her interest immediately. Much of her time was spent watching over apprentices, critiques of balance and the like rolling from her tongue like steady rain. The chance for a good show, between trained cats, was not one she passed up lightly. So Daisyflight settled beside her daughter, tail draped atop her snowy paws.

Silversmoke had that familiar chip on his shoulder, the underestimation of kittypets. Daisyflight understood it though knew better than to doubt their potential. Her smile waned wicked as the tom fumbled his approach, a purred chuckle punctuating her amusement. Chin tall, she rasped out a jab. "If you want to prove something you'll need your back off the sand" A little catty but ah, she was invested already! Daisyflight watched with rapt attention as Hailstone sought to close the distance. Who would land the final blow?​

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[SILVERSMOKE]

Onyx black claws eventually found grip on the ice, like scratching nails on a chalkboard, the warrior dragged each outstretched limb underneath him again. His eyes first twitched at Hailstone's comment, preparing for a rebuttal when a ripple of comments in the crowd interrupted him. Silversmoke's focus would've normally been unparalleled, never leaving his opponent for anything other than to make sure no one else wanted to attack him, but these weren't normal circumstances. A shame-induced death glare was shot towards Daisyflight, the first to speak of his blunder, and the spotted tabby half-tempted to change opponents right there and then. "I don't remember asking for advice." He snapped, the thick plumage around his neck ruffled at the comment. He would begrudgingly accept teasing from Hailstone, but Daisy, a lead warrior whom he didn't know as fondly as the others, lacked such a right. His tufted cranium faced forwards again, the fur across his spine jumping once he realised how close Hail had gotten. Silversmoke cursed himself momentarily for not paying better attention to his blind spot and moved his weight to his hind legs. They were two large cats, each with their own skills despite the size similarities, and Silver would utilise his own this round.

Pushing off of his hind legs, Silversmoke lunged to the side of Hailstone's tackle attempt, careful to land squarely to avoid a repeat tumble on the ice. He could feel the cool surface more easily on his pawpads now, it'd been foolish of him not to recognise it sooner. He raised those same hind legs up and aimed to give Hailstone a swift kick in the face before pirouetting around to address the Daylight Warrior. It was not as harsh as his attacks had been on the WindClanner, but he made sure that if it connected, then Hailstone would still feel it. His pride was on the line now, he had to prove he was not a creature to be mocked and nothing more. His paws smash against the thin ice quickly as he awaited Hailstone's next move, his claws gripping at the uncovered sand beneath.

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[BLAZESTAR]

Blazestar had been waiting to watch another spar, and he joins Daisyflight and Figpaw on the sidelines. Like Figpaw, he's there to learn -- he's been in only one fight with another feline, and it had ended in his death. So too, with the fox. The Ragdoll knows he cannot lead his Clan if he cannot walk away from a battle.

Silversmoke's clearly embarrassed after his fall, and Daisyflight's comment atop Hailstone's seems to irk him. The silver tabby snaps, "I didn't ask for advice!" Blazestar clicks his tongue in quiet reprimand. "Guess he doesn't know you've got moons of fighting other cats on him," he says to Daisyflight with a smile. Though one wouldn't know it by looking at her, save for the slight scar over her muzzle, his lead warrior and former deputy had been quite the street fighter once...

He doesn't say anything else, knowing Silversmoke and Hailstone are concentrating. Instead, he continues to watch.​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[Ashenclaw]

[ ☾ ] Silversmokes' bristling fur made the blue tabby smirk in amusement and he glanced around at the growing crowd that seemed to form. Suppose it would be a fight for the lifetime in a way, a daylight warrior against someone who hated kittypets more than anything else. Making purchase with tackling the silver tabby cat, he found himself distracted by that of Daisyflight and her catty comment. This would then lead to a paw smacking him right across the face and he reared back in surprise, feeling his nose grow warm as if it was going to bleed but thankfully no blood came.

The large maine coon tomcat put a paw to his nose and looked over to the silver tabby cat that danced away from him. Hailstone was going to feel that later that was for certain. With a shake of his head, Hailstone gave a grunt through his nose and crouched to the ground, alright if thats how he wants to play it then game one.

Hailstone booked it across the sand lot towards the other and lifted a large paw, aiming to swipe at the others' chest. If he could back Silversmoke back onto the ice then maybe he had a chance. They where both large cats so speed wasn't their main strength and using brute force wasn't going to solve the issue either. So he had to plan out what would come next and there was for certain no way he was going to loose.

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[SLATESNARL]

It is usually not in Slate's interest to observe whatever Silversmoke was up to, but this could be an exception. He could recall Silversmoke wanting to bet against him when he had sparred with Thistleback, so it was only natural he stuck around to see if Silversmoke got his own ass handed to him.

The large tom settles down with the other spectators of the spar, deep amber eyes focusing on the action unfurling before him. "Break a leg, Silversmoke. Seriously." Slate grunts, a hint of a devilish smirk breaking through on the corner of his maw on a rare occurrence.​

— * ✰. ooc information recent events * ✰. —

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  ✰ SLATE
  —— amab, uses he/him pronouns. twenty-nine moons old. warrior of skyclan; former rogue.
  —— unrefined, rough and tumble rogue who is not accustomed to clan life. only trustful of his littermate, duskmane.
  —— link to tags. @ on discord for plots.
  
  quite the hulk of a cat, slate stands above the average clanmate with an arrogant gait. he has a dark gray ( bordering on black ) colored pelt with a pale-brown-tinged underbelly and whisps of tan at the tips of his chest hairs. amber-colored eyes contrast against his dark palette. notable features include a jagged scar across his right eye and two small scratches across the bridge of his nose.
• —— decided to officially remain in skyclan as a warrior
  —— participated in battle with windclan, currently recovering from belly scratches and a bite mark on hind leg
  

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