pafp MUDDIED AND FOXGLOVED ❎ tense training session

[BIGFANG]

"No. You're too low to the ground, raise yourself." Bigfang instructs sternly, green eyes narrowed as he analyses the posture of his apprentice. He shakes his head and huffs at Sproutpaw's attempt to reform his position, "Hardly any better. You look like a loon outside of water." Unimpressed and critical, this is how most of the training sessions over the last moon have gone.

Bigfang was a challenging mentor. He had a paw as heavy and firm as stone and a tongue that spoke jeers sharp enough to slice a cat's whiskers off. Many cats could criticize him for being too tough on his new apprentice, but Bigfang would not listen to it. Sproutpaw was now a reflection of his mentor, his behaviors and performance would change how ThunderClan viewed the large ginger tabby. He's worked moons for Howlingstar and ThunderClan to trust him enough for his very own apprentice, nothing would spoil how far he's come.

Sproutpaw would readjust again, "What are you? A squirrel? Lower that tail." Seems a long day would be ahead of the both of them…

☾ INFO BATTLE

• please wait for @Sproutpaw !
• » Hank ․ Bigfang
  » ThunderClan Warrior
  » Former Kittypet
  » He/him
  » A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
• » A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
  » Excels in heavy, powerful move.
  » Fights to protect and maintain honor
  » Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

 

[Sproutberry]

Sproutpaw wanted to think that he had learned something over the past moon, able to almost perfectly tell Bigfang or other warriors how to do a hunter's crouch if prompted. He knew where paws were meant to be, how high his tail should be or how low to the ground he was meant to be and could recall the exact time he had been told it and repeated it back, glad that he had been so quick to remember such a thing. The execution however was lackluster at best. Maybe the chimera had gotten too in his own head, maybe he was just a slower learner at some of the more physical aspects of becoming a warrior, but either way the day in and day out of the same thing and being told to change aspects of what he was doing was getting annoying.

Sharp exhale came from the nostrils of the young tom as he was told to not be so low to the ground and in order to raise himself he had to shuffle his paws and once it had been done he was told that he was still wrong. He couldn't help the squint of his eyes and the frustrated lash of his tail that resulted in the assessment of his form now only to be told that his tail was too high now and a small growl couldn't help itself as it escaped his throat. "If I'm so bad at it, why are we even learning it right now? Shouldn't I be learning something else like... battle moves or something?" It bubbled out from him, maw quickly snapping shut as eyes looked to his mentor then, squinted in what would look to outsiders as a challenge, but to Bigfang who'd seen this look many times it was anger. Anger both in himself and his inability to learn this crucial part of being a warrior, in speaking out when he hadn't meant to, and anger in the way he was being taught.

It was working, sure, over time less had to be corrected within his form but it was taking much longer than the apprentice had originally thought it would.

AN ANTHEM OF DEATH ๑ SINGS OUT A CRY

• --

• 

• ๑ SH chocolate tabby/lilac chimera w/low white, heterochromia, folded ears
  ๑ rarely talks, listens to conversations
  ๑ 6 moons old; ages the 20th every month
  ๑ bisexual biromantic ; interested in no one
  ๑ currently being mentored by Bigfang
  ๑ not easy to befriend/interact with; slow to anger, slow to calm
  ๑ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ๑ easy in combat due to age
  ๑ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[leafhusk]

leafhusk understood bigfang's drive to success. the bulky tom wasn't someone she'd share a mouse with however, she respected his ambition to be a thunderclanner. she had a feeling he felt differently about his past, with how he carried himself, but they were still in a similar situation. two former kittypets now training the next generation, the weight on her shoulders is arguably heavier than someone clan born.

during one of her quick breaks with adderpaw, her ears can't help but prick at the older tom's commanding tone. it's a bit much to be so stern early on, she thinks, but holds her tongue because it's really not her place. leafhusk gives the pair a few more training sessions before a verbal fight ensures. hopefully she won't be present to witness it.

with a flick of her tail, she instructs adderpaw to get moving again. "okay, show me your front swipe again. you almost had it."

appy tag smiles @adderpaw​

 

[antlerbreeze]

Antlerpaw is still shadowing Leafhusk- first the wolf attack, and now the eagle attack? She hadn't had much success in keeping herself stuck to Howlingstar's side, like most apprentices were with their mentors. Still, she was heavily, and deeply, appreciative of the fawn warrior who was welcoming enough to keep Antlerpaw returning each day. She shifted a glance towards Sproutpaw as Bigfang started their instruction, and slowly but surely, her ears began to lower and flatten against her head.

Not only was the far larger warrior tough and heavy-pawed, but Sproutpaw was snapping back. Antlerpaw's head sunk gently, as if she could hide from the situation. Part of her had to agree, heavily, with how Sproutpaw looked. His tail was too high, almost like a flag for prey that was taller then a mushroom. Her ear twitched as she heard Leafhusk attempting to steer the other apprentice's attention away from the brewing situation, but Antlerpaw was unfortunately hooked at this rate.

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ooc Information

• ooc: —
  "yuh"
• 

  ANTLERPAW — SHE/HER ･ 7 MOONS ･ APP. & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY DALLAS

  a small, lh cinnamon lynx sepia still small, with a brown patterned pelt and bright orange-gold eyes. looks naive.

 

[THISTLEPAW]

Thistlepaw takes in the training session around him with wide, hungry eyes. In this short moon of training his frame has already begun to fill out, the last of his sickness chased away with hard work and fresh air. And fleeing from wolves, but– that is not something that he wanted to think about. Crouched down low to the side of the training session, his own tail wrapped tight so as to take up less space, he finds his lip curling into an uncomfortable sneer the further along this gets. Not even Leafhusk's voice can draw his attention. There were whispers of Bigfang's past. But now the tom stood commanding and strong, reminding him of Raccoonstripe. Surely this was proof that kittypets could succeed. That he could succeed. It was hardly the ginger warrior's fault that his apprentice wasn't up to par, right?

"I doubt battle moves would go much easier at this rate," he mutters conspiratorially to Antlerpaw.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙

• OOC. —
• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet. ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

• "speech"

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[lynxroar]

''You are very much correct, Thistlepaw.''

The meow came from a dappled caramel-apricot-and-white she-cat who was making her way into the clearing where Bigfang and Leafhusk were training some of ThunderClan's apprentices. Lynxroar's dark blue gaze settled on the dark-brown-and-white tabby apprentice. ''Learning how to fight properly has never and never will be easy,'' The warrior flicked an ear. ''And neither will hunting. Now, show me that crouch.'' The molly's gaze scanned the three apprentices. ''All of you. And Sproutpaw,'' Lynxroar turned her attention to the mottled tom. ''Show some respect. Bigfang is trying to teach you what you need to know. After all, you cannot hunt if you are not able to stalk your prey.''

''Although, Bigfang,'' Lynxroar blinked warmly at the ginger warrior. ''Try to cool down on the criticism a bit.'' The ThunderClanner circled the three apprentices, eyes narrowing and her tail swishing in the air behind her. ''Tuck your hind paws in a bit closer to your belly, Antlerpaw. Doing that will give you more power to your spring when the time comes to that. Same goes to you two, as well.'' The warrior gave quick nods to Sproutpaw and Thistlepaw. The she-cat bounded across the clearing and gathered up three balls of moss. Lynxroar then turned to the apprentices standing before her. ''I want you three to try out stalking from far back,'' She began with a whisk of her tail. ''Then, when it comes to your spring, I want you to leap as far as you can to try and reach your moss ball. Sproutpaw, left. Antlerpaw, middle, and Thistlepaw, right.'' Though Lynxroar had no apprentice of her own, she was willing to help her Clanmates with theirs.

 

[BIGFANG]

The apprentice is growing frustrated with himself, Bigfang sees it in the way his eyes narrow if his insistence to move onto battle practice wasn't enough. The ginger Tom wasn't going to train a quitter, they'd be here from dawn to dusk if thats what it took for Sproutpaw to perfect his form.

To their shoulder, Leafhusk was training her apprentice, Adderpaw. Antlerpaw and Thistlepaw were off to the outskirts muttering to each other, Bigfang does not care enough for what they have to say to lean into it. They're barely acknowledged with the swerve of his ear… until…

Lynxroar. The mottled she-cat might of meant well, he appreciated her initial input even. However, her self-insertion on Sproutpaw's training rubs his fur in the wrong direction. Bigfang had grown familiar with the feeling of clan-mates finding himself incompetent due to his kitty-pet heritage, and while he does not know if this is why the warrior thinks he needs or wants her help he's nonetheless intolerant of it.

An angry glint flashes across his narrowed green eyes when Lynxroar goes as far as to criticize him in front of the apprentices. His apprentice. If and when Sproutpaw attempts to obey the words of the warrior he aims to step in front of him, blocking the apprentice from carrying out any of the thick-furred she-cat's instructions.

"Sproutpaw will do no such thing. He won't attempt a single stalk or pounce until his form is correct." The tip of his tail flicks rapidly from side-to-side, an obvious show of his annoyance. "Next time you have objections in how I train my apprentice, you're welcome to approach me in private." There is a sternness in his voice, but it maintains an even volume.

He flicks his striped tail to direct Sproutpaw to follow him. "It seems the training hollow has grown crowded. My apprentice is struggling to concentrate, new scenery might help." Green daggers flash across the clearing, lingering the longest on Lynxroar before he pushes into the undergrowth.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• I rarely ever put notes like this in comments because it should go without saying, but just because he was especially salty here… ic opinions! I love interactions like these, they make rp so much more interesting :)
• » Hank ․ Bigfang
  » ThunderClan Warrior
  » Former Kittypet
  » He/him
  » A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
• » A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
  » Excels in heavy, powerful move.
  » Fights to protect and maintain honor
  » Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

 

[Addersnap]

Adderpaw was well aware of the fact that everyone knew that the rumor of Mossywing retiring to the elder den early due to the apprentice's lack of focus and skill had become public knowledge. Every glance, every time others looked away to cover the laughter that slipped past their upturned lips made him feel as though he had fallen in a blackberry bush, thorns evading into his thin skin as heat flushed under his cheeks. It was so embarrassing, having to go to bed at night with his denmates knowing how much of a failure he is. It stressed him out to a high degree, although he played it off like he hadn't noticed their sneers out of the corner of his hues.

The tom found himself stuck in the same rut as Sproutpaw -- being able to recite plenty of sparing moves Leafhusk and Mossywing had discussed and shown him, yet struggling to be able to perform the move to their standards. It's why Mossywing had abandoned him, after all. Chewing at his lip in order to distract himself from the internal dialogue that began to bark at him, eyes darted over to Bigfang and Sproutpaw as he lets out a tired, shaky sigh due to the aching of his muscles from the training. Whenever Leafhusk didn't have him practicing something new, Adderpaw was trying to improve on it for hours on end. He was becoming determined, yet somehow he felt as though he was being pulled back into his insecurities, wondering when he'd mess up again. It seemed like the apprentices did not share the same skill -- he had always been a little better at hunting than in combat.

Shuffling a white paw, the apprentice picked up on Leafhusk's words towards the end of her sentence as he found himself unfocusedly staring in the direction of Antlerpaw and Thistlepaw only to be jolted to attention at Lynxroar's words. Flicking the tip of his tail, Adderpaw smirked for a moment at the small jab she gave toward Bigfang, which surely had intended to be taken lightly -- but he's spoken to the burly tom once before, and he seemed to have a bit of a hot head on his shoulders. Allowing his shoulders to relax as he focused his attention back on his mentor, he began to position himself with pride swelling through his limbs at Leafhusk's last comment. He had almost gotten it, hadn't he?

Lifting his left paw, his movements seem to freeze in midair as yellow eyes peer to the side, turning his head slightly with his eyelids just a little wider than usual. Bigfang's towering presence wasn't easy to ignore -- a soft shadow was cast over the apprentice as he looked up at the scene unfolding before him. Clearing his throat, Adderpaw stepped away from the two to let them... talk things out. He did not like confrontation, and he rather not witness it. Turning his back to the two, he flicks an ear after rustling of the weeds alerted the exit of the mentor and apprentice duo. Thrashing his tail, front paws now pushed into the soil beneath him as he opened his maw to mumble, "Um... should I still try again?" It almost felt too awkward to continue training in the now tension-filled area, feeling as though his muscles wouldn't even move for him from the tightness of stress.​

 

[Sproutberry]

Annoyance was the new feeling fresh on Sproutpaw's mind, the annoyance of the apprentices around him that he knew were talking about him as they shared glances at each other, but especially the annoyance of someone who wasn't his mentor bossing him around as if she were. Fur began to rise on end the more Lynxroar spoke, the hunting crouch he'd been trying to practice long since forgotten for a more defensive one, ready and willing to lash out at the warrior if she didn't shut up even though he knew he'd get in trouble for it.

Luckily for Sproutpaw it seemed as though his mentor was annoyed as well, the large tom pushing himself between the warrior and apprentice to make sure that he didn't follow through with anything before suggesting that the other warrior should come to him in private, a sentiment Sproutpaw would agree to as well. Eyes flicked to the ginger tom as he suggest going to a different location and quickly Sproutpaw would nod his head in response before following obediently behind the other. Even though he knew he'd get yelled at for his form still he'd rather it be done in private where no prying apprentices or warriors could see.

AN ANTHEM OF DEATH ๑ SINGS OUT A CRY

• --

• 

• ๑ SH chocolate tabby/lilac chimera w/low white, heterochromia, folded ears
  ๑ rarely talks, listens to conversations
  ๑ 6 moons old; ages the 20th every month
  ๑ bisexual biromantic ; interested in no one
  ๑ currently being mentored by Bigfang
  ๑ not easy to befriend/interact with; slow to anger, slow to calm
  ๑ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ๑ easy in combat due to age
  ๑ peaceful powerplay allowed

​

 

[antlerbreeze]

What feels like an already awful situations goes from bad to worse. Antlerpaw's eyes snapped away from Sproutpaw to the loud and opinionated warrior that strutted into the training hollow, and there was a sour feeling in her gut. Thistlepaw murmurs in her ears, golden eyes shifting towards the other apprentice. She opens her mouth to respond to deny or something, but she can't get a word in edgewise as... what was her name again? Lynxshout?- begins to speak.

Apologetic eyes shifted towards the newly spirited warrior. Not only did she start to lecture Bigfang, but she demanded Antlerpaw- and her fellow apprentices- line up for some stupid exercise. Nervous eyes shifted towards Leafhusk, but Bigfang is quicker in snapping back at the interrupting warrior. Antlerpaw, at this point, has begun to shrink back, slowly hiding behind Thistlepaw. Her head lowered, trying to make herself seem so, so much smaller, another apologetic look given towards Thistlepaw. "Sorry." Antlerpaw whispered.

What? You couldn't blame a girl for hiding behind a bigger person. It was like instinct to her.

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ooc Information

• ooc: —
  "yuh"
• 

  ANTLERPAW — SHE/HER ･ 7 MOONS ･ APP. & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY DALLAS

  a small, lh cinnamon lynx sepia still small, with a brown patterned pelt and bright orange-gold eyes. looks naive.