camp LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS || Group Training!

[Frostbite]

Frostbite has decided his clan needs to do more training exercises. They are too independent, he cannot remember the last time a training session was held. He seeks to remedy this today. He waits for the sun to rise and for the clan to awaken so that his call won't jolt someone from their slumber.

He has thought about this idea hard. He is confident it will benefit them by inspiring teamwork and preparing them for what to do in case of an attack. In order to fight your enemy, you must understand them...And defense training is always beneficial.

Today, he will have one group act as Windclanners in a mock battle. They will plan their attack at the border, and the other group will work on defenses. Afterwards, they will discuss strengths and weaknesses to better improve the clan as a whole.

"Shadowclan!" He calls out. "Gather round for a group training session!"

He waits for the clan to gather before speaking once more, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Today, we are going to do a mock battle. You will be divided into two groups, Offense, and Defense. Smogmaw will be leading the offense group, and I will be in charge of the defense group." He says. "The goal of this session is to better prepare for an attack. Find the holes in our defenses and work to cover them as well as predict our enemy's moves. After the battle, we will gather to discuss all that happened. " He says.

He only hopes his idea doesn't flop.

"The attacking group will act as a Windclan raiding party. After this, they will head out to the border to discuss their plan of attack. Meanwhile, those of us here will discuss how best to counter them. We have until sunhigh to plan. Once the sun reaches its highest point, the attacking group may begin."

Has he ever talked so much...Ever? It's almost strange hearing his own voice. "Any questions? If not, choose which group you'll be joining." He finishes, finally.

He feels nervous, feeling his pelt prickle. He's never done something like this before... But its important. The clan must learn what
and develop their teamworking skills.

((HI HELLO WELCOME TO FROSTBITES FIRST GROUP TRAINING SESSION, THIS WILL TAKE PLACE WITH MULTIPLE THREADS! THIS THREAD IS FOR CHOOSING GROUPS, THE NEXT TWO WILL BE FOR PLANNING WITHIN THOSE GROUPS, AND THE FINAL THREAD IS THE MOCK BATTLE!)) @smogmaw ​

 

[smogstar]

ShadowClan's isolationism extends well past inter-clan diplomacy. Mistrust runs rampant like the swamp reeds in the area. When it comes to where the average marsh cat wishes to put their teeth, clanmates' throats take higher precedence over fresh-kill. Rugged individualism offers its advantages, yes, but in unity lies the source of a clan's strength. Cats who stand side-by-side leave fewer gaps in which danger may lurk; a lesson well reinforced by his tenure in the mountains.

One needn't claw at their brain for very long to discover why this clan is widely regarded as the weakest. Firstly, such a reputation is rarely ever challenged, but moreover, ShadowClan fails to match the unified front presented by their neighbours. Embarrassing, but not everyone is born a strategist.

What Frostbite had proposed was the right approach, a training exercise with purpose, with a goal beyond delivering the cheapest shot the quickest (that's sparring summarised in these parts). A team game, one to test them to their limits in all aspects. Stealth. Strength. Durability. Above all, cohesion. It's a simulated attack on the clan's pine-encircled camp, and the deputy shall step into the role of a raid leader from the moors. How his muzzle had turned up at the concept when the Lead Warrior first ran it by him.

"It's worth mentioning that we'll be WindClan in name alone," speaks the deputy, voice rich with distaste at having to announce it. Striped limbs power him forward, and he halts a fox-length or two away from Frostbite's stead. "Courage and tactical acumen are what I'm expecting from my raiding party, not flagrant stupidity. So, make use of the shadows, understand your role in the team, communicate well, and we'll conquer the swamp with ease." Positioned between shoulders ever taut, Smogmaw's noggin dips briefly down towards the mud near his flank. Those inclined towards asserting their authority may gather around as anticipation exerts its grip.

This exercise is not only useful. It proves invaluable, bordering on essential. A scant few days have come and gone since Sabletuft's carcass was glimpsed on moorland soil. Should that not suffice as an impetus for this clan to sharpen up, then their prospects are pretty fucking grim. ​

 

[ASHENFALL]

˚⊹₊‧ 𖦹 The vultures were circling Shadowclan, they made themselves known in the near-daily taking-outs of their clanmates, pulled under and drowned in sickness, or throats ripped out by adversaries, or vanished without a trace. Frostbite called upon their remaining meager masses for a training exercise, seemingly under the pretense of proactivity before their inevitable mass extinction. Ashenpaw slunk to the side of his mentor and sat next to the ashen-pelted tom to await further instruction in a rare display of silence, more distracted by ominous head-buzzing and stomach-gnawing than in a showcase of good manners.

FOLLOW THE TIDE ˚⊹₊‧ 𖦹 WITH THE MONSTERS ON YOUR SHOULDER

• OOC: short track-post, joining offense team !
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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw
  — ftm transmasc. he/him. 8mo apprentice of shadowclan
  — longhaired muted blue torbie with heterochromatic pale blue and amber eyes
  — smells like rainsoaked ferns and swamp milkweed
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by tropics sticker by saturnid
  — penned by eezy
  — currently in an era of grief and anger, approach with caution. all ic opinions!

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[Swansong]

( ☁︎ )　 A training exercise. Ah, how Swanpaw longs to sit aside and watch from the sidelines. The lethargy pulls at his bones, clouds his eyes and his mind. And yet, the song of battle calls, the fear of death, though dulled by exposure, draws his paws forward. At the least, he can train with those familiar. Swanpaw take his place by the side of his brother and father, bearing the banner of the enemy.

I WANNA BE HAUNTED ☁︎ I WANNA BE LOVED ! 【 11.6.23 】

• // short track as well, joining the offense!
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• "SPEECH"

• ☾ 　⁺　₊ 　⋆　SWANPAW.　APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN.　HE / HIM / HIS.
  7 MOONS & AGES ON THE 17TH.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ☾ — A PALE, ELEGANT CREAM TABBY WITH PERIWINKLE BLUE EYES.

  
  HALFSHADE xx SMOGMAW. LITTERMATE TO APPLEPAW GARLICPAW & ASHENPAW. OLDER SIBLING TO HALFKIT TANGLEKIT & DREAMKIT.​

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintpaw enjoys training exercises for the way they take his mind off of more pressing upsets, but unfortunately, it seems that today's session will be putting him in the same room as one. Perhaps it is proof of his budding will that he makes his participation apparent despite feeling Smogmaw's amber glare like ants beneath the skin (though he does, of course, position himself against the marbled deputy). Playing defense is all he's ever done his whole life. He hopes he'll be good at it now.

/ joining defense!

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — headshot by me, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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