private MIGNONETTE —⟢ brackenpaw

[BILBERRYPAW]

The breath that puffs out of Bilberrypaw is edging on frustrated.

He pushes himself up from the sandy ground, shakes the grit from his thin fur, and turns to face Brackenpaw. There isn't humiliation that comes from the failure; Brackenpaw is older than himself, has spent a precious few more moons mastering what is still new to Bilberrypaw, but there is an irritation that comes being once again bested. Just one more try, Bilberrypaw thinks, just one more ty and he'll have gotten it right.

"I want to try again," He's already padding into position, already crouching opposite to Brackenpaw, as he speaks.

Above, the sky watches placidly, blessedly cooler than the unbearable heights of Greenleaf.

@Brackenpaw ​

windclan apprentice | black and white harlequin | eight moons | tags​

 

[Brackenpaw]

There's a flicker of concern for Bilberrypaw as he pushes himself to get back up. She hopes he isn't gonna faint or anything but makes no effort to go easy on him. If he wanted to spar then who are they to not indulge him? Their albiet forced proximity to one another through sharing a mentor has reluctantly made them fond of him in some capacity. It helped that he was rather quiet as apposed to how loud they themself can be at times.

That being said, that fondness runs short when one attempt becomes two and then it marches onwards, really didn't he understand that his chances of winning are slimmer the more he tries in one burst? She's not his mentor, nor does she want to be so they won't try to boss him around. There's an assumption that he knows his limits, that's what moves her to pad back into position after carefully inspecting their paw pad.

"Again?" They sigh, it lacks irritation. "This is the last time today" they know it won't be. "Don't cry if you lose again" she decides to taunt, hoping it'll push him to maybe succeed this time. A calico tail lashes as they crouch, only for them to spring forward, sweeping a paw along the ground to kick up dust. Hoping that this is enough to distract Bilberrypaw she then attempts to bowl him over. Growing bolder in head on attacks as their practicing as dwindled the hours of daylight they have.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 11 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[BILBERRYPAW]

Last time, Brackenpaw decides, and Bilberrypaw nods his assent.

The future will hold ample opportunities for Bilberrypaw to try once again. No matter what the burgeoning frustration whispers in his ears, this is merely the last time for today. Still, Brackenpaw goads him without enough teeth to make it sting and Bilberrypaw feels the weight of that last time, last try, as if he will never again be allowed to attempt. It isn't that he needs this victory, but he wants it in the way he wants much of the world.

Brackenpaw moves in a flash and Bilberrypaw is tensing to prevent a flinch before she is even before him. A thin curtain of dust rises between the two of them, instinct has Bilberrypaw squinting against it, his mouth parted in a soft hiss.

And then Brackenpaw is emerging from through the dust to send Bilberrypaw down—if repeated failure has taught Bilberrypaw anything, it is that it is a softer landing when he allows his body to loosen to the ground. He doesn't need to waste precious moments unbracing from the impact, doesn't need to unfurl a body that is already in motion. With a breath taken through his mouth as if in preparation for a plunge, Bilberrypaw lashes out in an instant with his hindpaws, attempting to batter Brackenpaw away from himself.​

windclan apprentice | black and white harlequin | eight moons | tags​

 

[Brackenpaw]

It's relatively easy to discern the moves between Bilberrypaw now in comparison to his first attempt at this, there's a sharpness in her gaze that recognises the fact that he's prepared to roll with this so to say. Bodies tumble across the dust as the pair slides, Brackenpaw attempting to keep her paws level at where she assumes the clavicle bone to be. Hiding beneath tendons, flesh and fur, there is an attempt to apply pressure there to keep him down. The harlequin is sharp witted, able to lash with a fast tempo that makes them believe that this was on instinct rather than a calculated attack.

They hiss softly, a sharp gasp of shock as opposed to anything threatening. In a split decision deciding that it would be best to jump back from him and reassess. They do as such, Bilberrypaw able to successfully batter her away. Earlier today that would have been enough to end the spar but there seems to be some kind of endurance being built by the pair. She doesn't retreat far, it's easy to close the distance between them again as she attempts to dart to the apprentices left side.

she brings a forepaw up in an attempt to cuff his left ear. The purpose is to catch attention rather than actually applying pressure, if successful and able to gain the attention she wishes to seek she will bring another paw to batter at his neck as he turns. It's something done without much care to how vunerable she herself would be in the situation and instead leaves her balancing on her hindlegs. It's a tricky thing and as such her landing is awkward, she attempts to lower herself to the ground in a hunch to potentially avoid a wide swing if it were to come.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• 
  ooc.
  
•  
• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 12 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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