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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur was excited for today as the tom planned to practice some combat with his mentor, Roeflame. It has been a while since the last time they spoke, times have become busy for the both of them. From what he could recall, Roeflame had the upper hand the last time they sparred, but he was still an apprentice during that time. Still, that made him grow a little bit nervous, which was unlike his confident self..

After doing some hunting, Mothfur met up with Roeflame back at camp around noon. Making sure Roeflame saw him, the tom made sure to do a long and confident stretch before making his way up to her. "You ready to meet fate?" He asked mischievously, teasing his mentor. Mothfur then pretended like he never teased his mentor and chuckled nervously, "I suppose we should find a good spot outside of camp, does sandy hollow work for you?"



OOC // Please wait for @ROEFLAME . to respond! @Icepaw! will be joining aswell!

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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

When Mothfur had invited the cinnamon warrior to a spar, Roeflame couldn’t help the eagerness she felt to be able to see her newly former apprentice in action.
Of course, the competitive spark in her wanted to win, but the want to see the young time shine was much greater than that.
Without much to do while she waited for Sun-high, the warrior instead opted to lend a paw around camp. Small paws full of twine, the molly had just finished touching up the nursery’s walls when Mothfur approached her.
Embarrassingly enough, Roeflame just so happened to be taking a curious peek within the den when her former apprentice spoke.
You ready to meet fate?
The lead warrior snaps back in surprise, but whatever caught look that may have been plastered on rounded features is quickly washed away with laughter.
"Sure, tough guy." She hums back, quickly bouncing to her paws as he suggests they move to Sandy Hollow.
"Yep- let’s go!" With that chirp, Roeflame would make her hasty exit alongside Mothfur.
When the duo would finally make the trek through the freshly-fallen snow, the tabby wastes no time getting herself into position, silvered belly fur almost sinking into the icy powder.
"Ready?"

"speech"
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[Icepaw!]

[ ༻ 🗲 ༺ ] Icepaw had overheard the two warriors talking and quickly rushed towards the two. What were they even up to? And Sandy hallow? That was their training grounds. Orange eyes flipped between the two before deciding to join them (wether they liked it or not). "I'm coming too!" he said assertively, not giving any of them a chance to say no and opted to follow closely behind with eager steps in tow. He wondered what the two were exactly up to but by their exticement it had something to deal with training and so Icepaw wanted to join in on that, figuring it was better than joining their own mentor who was completely unaware his son had followed Roeflame and Mothfur to the sandy hallows.

Of course, in the beginning of things the apprentice decided to stay on the sidelines still attempting to figure out what the two were even up to but, once they learn that they were sparring Icepaw will begin to pester whoever wins (or perhaps lose) to spar with him. Both were skilled and both would be great to spar with but Mothfur had his curiosity most indeed, and someone Icepaw wanted to battle with. Roeflame on the other hand, Icepaw felt they had no chance standing up to the lead warrior in any way.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── The moon will sing a song for me I shine only with the light you gave me ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Icepaw 🗲 He/Him , apprentice of Thunderclan, 8 moons.
  ⭃ Tall blue silver tabby with high white and orange eyes
  ⭃ Cloudflame x NPC
  ⭃ 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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[Flamestar]

"Good job Acornpaw, you did really well today."

The red tabby would briefly place her tail on her apprentice's shoulder, and flash her a warm smile. They had been practicing their battle training all morning, and she was about to suggest heading back to camp, but several incoming voices caught her interest. Mothfur, Roeflame, and Icepaw joined them at the Sandy Hollow. Mothfur and Roeflame squared off...a match between former mentor and apprentice. This would be interesting. "Let's stay and watch. It's always beneficial to watch a spar, you may pick up some moves you haven't learned yet." she said to the younger molly, before sitting down to watch.

"Kick her tail Mothfur!" she shouted, her lips pulling back into a mischievous smile towards the pair. ​

★ don't need to save me

• ooc text, delete if not used​
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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormfeather & Falconheart
  — 28 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — The medicine cat apprentice couldn't help but hear the commotion outside from the den, he slips out with both of his ears pricked forward and listens to them mentioning a spar. He enjoyed them from time to time and it wouldn't hurt to spectate and potentially learn a few moves if he ever to fight anymore pesky Windclanners. The memory of it is enough to make his snout wrinkle with slight annoyance, Hailstorm decides to trail after the party of warriors and apprentices knowing that he could break off later to search for herbs or cobwebs once it was over. Maybe even hunt some prey or gather water from the river with some moss to feed and care for those within the medicine den, the mountain of fur settles down to watch the spar between Mothfur and Roeflame unable to stop a chuckle from slipping out of his jaws when he hears what Flamewhisker says in encouragement to Roeflame's former mentor.

Hailstorm settles near Flamewhisker offering her a warm smile then focuses his brown gaze in the direction of the two sparring warriors "Go Roeflame!" He chants his own form of encouragement to the lead warrior, he does wonder who would outbest the other but he supposes that he will simply wait and find out.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- After Mothfur excitedly led Roeflame and Icepaw to Sandy hollow, he made his distance between his former mentor. He made sure their spectators were a good distance away before crouching toward Roeflame.
Ready?
The tom chuckled at his mentor's question. No, no he wasn't... He was terrified. He knew that he only had a small chance of winning when it came to Roeflame's experience. However, will he show his weakness? No, that is the first thing his father taught him during his first-time sparring.

Mothfur steady's his breathing and begins to focus, crouching and circling his opponent. "Of Course," The tom answers confidently, lunging toward Roeflame only to catch his feet to jump over her to then lunge again, from behind. He hoped that this would catch Roeflame off guard, but who knows what she has in store for him.
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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago.

While Icepaws assertiveness had been admirable to the youth that still echoed in Roeflames mind, she had still made sure to hum something about the apprentices mentors approval- if only for cautionary purposes.
It doesn’t take long for them to fall into the sights of other clanmates, namely Flamewhisker and Hailstorm.
When her flame-shaded council mate cheers on the tabby’s former apprentice in place of her, Roeflame brings a paw to her chest and slacks her jaw, feigning betrayal.
Hailstorms call of encouragement is enough to make the lead warrior drop her act and relent with an amused hum, caught in her throat as Mothfur drops into his own position.
Of course, he confirms, and Roeflame nods with a competitive smirk, content to let the mottled warrior take the offense.
She’d be able to gauge his fighting style better that way.
Pupils turn to slits as her focus narrows, sheathed claws flexing against the brittle snow.
Mothfur is swift to pounce, but his brawnier form betrays his talent in strength, quick to holograph his intentions, shoulder blades remaining buckled even as he lands the first time.
Where her former apprentice is fast, she is faster. The ebony tom leaps over her head and Roeflame slides forward, aiming to whirl around just in time to meet his landing form, forelimb outstretched as the smaller warrior would aim to send sand-blended snow spraying into the others face. If her distraction was successful, Roeflame would attempt to take her counter-move a step further and leap to the left, turning on her heel with the attention of lunging towards Mothfurs flank. Hoping to take control of the offense and put him in defense.

"speech"
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[Mothfur]

♪ Like a moth to a flame ♪ ---- Mothfur watched as the sprayed sand/slow blend flew toward him in almost slow motion after he made a failed attempt at lunging. He knew what came next, and he could only hope he could dodge Roeflame's next attempt just in time. He failed to dodge the sandy blend after making a sliding stop, covering his eyes, but he makes a hopeful, vertical jump to dodge whatever attack that was incoming.

The tom then bolts to his right and quickly shakes off the nuisance that made home on his eyes. He could only hope that he was fast enough before opening his eyes to see Roeflame jumping on his rear. The tom knew he didn't create enough distance, but using the power within his legs, he uses it to make a sharp turn to pounce back within short time, with almost no sight.
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