shackled by drums ☁︎ SPAR

[hazecloud]

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Paws planted firmly in the meadows grasses, spending far too much time correcting and focusing on her posturing than formulating an approachable tactic towards the molly across from her.

The suggestion had been a kind one, she knows. Coming from a place of protection and only wanting to be prepared for the worst, given the political atmosphere of their neighbors. They could not always assume times of peace would remain as such, that the other side of the border would not take it as the best opportunity to defect from the calm tide of the season. WindClan's troubles had projected as much, and Hazecloud knew Lichenstar was no fan of ThunderClan, either.

"Head-on attacks aren't really my best strength." But that was the point, as much as she disliked it. Hazecloud was an evader, best in tiring out her opponent before either running away or going in for the kill. She didn't have much for intimidation when it came to being the aggressor, otherwise. "Okay..."

Hazecloud rushed forward, grazing passed the leader in an attempt to confuse her and head-butt her flank. She might have thrown her head too hard, whether it made contact or not, finding her dizzied from the motion. "Timeout! Timeout."

✿ ———— I'll be your regular mama ✿ ————— And I'll put that gun away

• a spar for @lichenstar ! but no need to wait for her post
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  Hazecloud
  —⊰⋅ Deputy of RiverClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ LH blue smoke with green eyes.
  

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The torrent of her temper was not something Lichenstar seemed able to grapple into control, it remained a wild thing, lashing at anyone that so much as looked at her wrong. Or maybe that was a biased thought, as she always found herself the victim of her spiteful fury of late. The suggestion to spar hadn't been a punishment but the gray she-cat was certainly treating it like one, sulking and glowering like it was a demand being adhered to instead of a request.
  
  "They aren't mine... either," she replies with a heavy sigh, tired of listening to the excuses that have drawn out this exercise before it has even started. "Unfortunately... your enemies.. don't really care." If that was not made evidence by the Twolegs that had so gleefully snatched her up into their cages.
  
  In her eagerness to lecture her mate for urgency, the molly has already made a running start straight at her, giving the lynx point a cause to falter in her own preparedness. At first she thinks maybe she has missed... or chosen not to strike out of pity or love or something equally useless for training but... Her stubborn skull slams firmly into the side of her body, with a dizzying amount of strength as the she-cat stumbles away calling for a break. It isn't needed to be asked... Lichenstar is already leering away with a sharp exhale- every effort made to steady her breath as she puts some distance between them.
  
  For the violence of her spinning head, her mate is left in equal physical lumbering- it was certainly a valid tactic, to aim for spots that looked weak but she hadn't really been prepared for a brute force slam into the heaven-stitched scars that traveled up from belly towards spine. "That's.... one way... I guess," she wheezes, blinking the stars out of her vision, turning to make sure she has not somehow left a Hazecloud-head-sized hole behind. The effort to walk it off is not so easily accomplished as she'd like, hobbling to shift and prepare for the next bout despite the way it throbs. "Again..."
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  penned by tieirlys
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[eveningpaw]

Eveningpaw has yet to familiarize herself with combat moves that will actually prove to be useful on the battlefield — the games she played with the other kits are only enough to wrestle a particularly feisty mouse, if even that. That lack of knowledge paints a very vivid picture of the battles that have taken place in the history of the Clans... especially the seldom-mentioned Great Battle. Eveningpaw can see the flourish of claws so clearly, hear the angered yowls loud enough to hurt her ears.

For that very reason, she watches the spar between Hazecloud and Lichenstar with bated breath... unaware that with one of them is alarmingly out of shape thanks to moons of being camp-bound, and with the other freshly recovering from grave wounds, it is nothing too flashy for the more experienced, battle-worn warriors.

"Who do you think will win?" she muses to anyone nearby enough to hear, only her head tilting to give her thoughts a voice; her eyes are too busy on her parents, lest she misses some grand move that will knock the other off their feet.
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