LEAVE ME TO REMAIN ↷ [ apprentice combat training ]

[smogstar]

The ShadowClan cats go marching one-by-two-by-one, hurrah, hurrah. They pad down the beaten path, over gnarled roots and weaving around dubious-looking pools, until the ground underfoot solidifies from swamp into soil. Poking above the horizon at first, now visible in all its glory and misery, the burnt sycamore with its blasted roots looms, desolate, the stage for today's training session.

Back when he divvied up this batch of patrols, Smogmaw made the argument that the frog-pocalypse did a damper on apprentices' training. Specifically combat training. In all candidness, the grounds for this statement are debatable and open to interpretation; it's impossible to know for sure if every mentor in the clan had turned to hunting exclusively during the last season.

But general statements are general statements. They have their uses, and now the use comes: a clan should be battle-ready for any situation. A hunting party from WindClan strayed into their territory recently, and it'd been to Smogmaw's great displeasure to hear that not one invader had got clawed into a coma. Not ideal. The message sent to would-be pillagers must convey that ShadowClan isn't easily exploitable; this isn't happening if the swamp's defenders can't leave a single ear nicked or face scarred.

The deputy's strides dwindle to a halt when he reaches the copse. Pivoting around, he gestures to all the valiant combatants gathered before him through a sluggish nod. "We're doing this in teams," he starts abruptly, before his muzzle flicks to the outlying undergrowth, nearly shoulder-high on an adult cat. "Lotus, Bloodpaw, Singepaw, Snowpaw, and Swallowpaw versus me and Chilledstar. Your aim's to get us both pinned down on our backs at the same time - all while we're doing our best to fend you off." It's catching two frogs in one pounce, testing one party's coordination and stealth prowess, and the other's ability to repel an onrush. Neither he or his leader are strangers to having targets on their backs, after all. "Make use of your surroundings and attack together. You'll find greater success that way."

He blinks, inhaling a gut's worth of tepid Greenleaf air. "First team, off you go. Good luck; oh, and no claws around the face."

// @CHILLEDSTAR. @SINGEPAW @BLOODPAW @Snowpaw. @Swallowpaw. @Lotus☽ ​

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Silently Snowpaw followed close to Chilledstar and Smogmaw, soft rays of light poking through the trees onto the marsh land while mud stained his pale fur, which had become something quite normal for the tom, his stubby tail twitching slightly wondering how this combat training would go, especially when it was Chilledstar and Smogmaw, leader and deputy that would be looking over this combat training today. He silently wished he was on the same patrol as Mirepurr, it must be better than having to well, tolerate two cats you weren't fond with or liked causing trouble purposely.

Yet it would seem starclan was on his side today as, they all will be teamed up against the leader and deputy, while the rest were grouped together. Both had moons of experience in combat and fighting side by side while them? As a group? Hardly any, and this training could go terribly especially if claws were being used which made him grimace slightly before looking between the two of them, trying to figure out what their strengths and weaknesses were but both stood tall.

Yellow eyes flicking between the two of them, they had to work together, and he worried that something
could go terribly wrong. "They both have experience working together...perhaps we should split them up" he said softly, Smogmaw was strong, well built while Chilledstar was slimmer and much faster, perhaps... he took a pawstep forward, he could distract Smogmaw... he would quickly lunge himself towards Smogmaw, aiming for a feint attack if that worked, the tom would aim to headbutt the deputy hoping to cause a distraction enough for the others to attempt an ambush on them.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

it was too easy to get comfortable. chilledstar hardly ever did. but that didn't mean that they didn't get comfortable and relaxed. shadowclanners rarely had that luxury and thus they did their hardest to soak on the sun whenever they could. they didn't get too comfortable. but that didn't mean they couldn't be caught off guard by an entire gaggle of an apprentice. even the most experienced of warriors could be quickly overtaken by a hoard. they wouldn't let that be the case here.

"yes i have enough scars on my face as it is. do your best and I'm not going easy on you. a real opponent won't."

they don't really think any of them will succeed and getting them pinned, but they can sure try. to try may be good enough for them.

// rolled 1d20: 15 for defense

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 47 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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