- Jun 20, 2024
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Little vitriol colors his face as he squares off against his opponent, the two of them pacing a familiar, ritualistic battle circle. Coldbite could be cut from the icy stone that makes up the reaching claws of Mothermouth's home, for how little one can read the thoughts behind dark blued - steel eyes. Hulking forelegs move with heavy thumps from each tufted paw, making it a small wonder that a cat of such bulk can manage in WindClan's camp without accidentally crushing a tiny tunneler underpaw—much like the one before him now, as a matter of fact.
The slightest crescent - curve of contented anticipation glimmers in the depths of darkened eyes. The few times he has been truly bested in combat, in the heat of war, when it really counted, has been by cats much like the small, scarred one before him. Bulk against bulk makes for the loud crash of mountain to unyielding stone, resulting in bloodied stalemates; small cats are often viper - quick and agile, slipping out of brutalizing holds and quick enough to dodge his heavy blows. As such, he anticipates this spar—a chance to hone an already - sharpened scythe and to correct on points he's already aware he lacks in. Win or loss is an indifference; it's about improvement, building his strength.
" Whenever you're ready, " he prompts gruffly, pawing at the dusty earth like a dog, eerily still except for the focused flicks of leaden irises.
The slightest crescent - curve of contented anticipation glimmers in the depths of darkened eyes. The few times he has been truly bested in combat, in the heat of war, when it really counted, has been by cats much like the small, scarred one before him. Bulk against bulk makes for the loud crash of mountain to unyielding stone, resulting in bloodied stalemates; small cats are often viper - quick and agile, slipping out of brutalizing holds and quick enough to dodge his heavy blows. As such, he anticipates this spar—a chance to hone an already - sharpened scythe and to correct on points he's already aware he lacks in. Win or loss is an indifference; it's about improvement, building his strength.
" Whenever you're ready, " he prompts gruffly, pawing at the dusty earth like a dog, eerily still except for the focused flicks of leaden irises.