pafp SPAR ╱ BLOODSOAKED ´ˎ˗

[SUNNVAR]

In a small clearing of the moor heather, only a short distance from WindClan's camp, Sunstride's great paws have paced a circle so wide that his tail does not quite reach across. The ground and grass have been flattened, famed– not wholly free of the vegetation, but steady enough that footing would not be so terrible. To most warriors of WindClan, his intent might be clear. To Adderpaw...that remains to be seen. The idea of a mentorship is strange to his mind. That he would be in charge of this young tom's entire understanding of his duties, his abilities– he is not easily intimidated, and yet in this Sunstride hesitates some. There would be no failing, certainly not with one so eager to learn, and yet he worries nonetheless. Perhaps that is simply the way of things, when a youth stands at your feet and thinks to their future.

And so he has returned to all that he knows. Today: a battlefield, though it is one alone between the two of them. Later there would be distractions, or opponents that might come from all ends. For now, it is them and them alone. He paces the edge of the circle, around Adderpaw where he had ordered the young apprentice to sit. His paws continue to tramp across the flattened greenery. "Your mind is one well-prepared for a fight," Sunstride assures, his voice low and wholly confident in what he says. "I have seen you fight your peers. Today, you will fight me. Strike, quickly now!"

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• ooc: please wait for @Adderpaw !
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

The silver chocolate tabby sits poised and at the ready, watching with fixated interest as Sunstride flattens a small portion of the field around them. Subtle notes of confusion color his expression as he watches, not entirely sure what he had in store for him today. With foliage properly crushed under paw Adderpaw shifts his attention upward to hold the tom's gaze as he speaks. "Your mind is one well-prepared for a fight." The boy's posture straightens with pride, tail curling over his back in response Sunstride's praise. "Windclan's enemies are many. I want to make sure I'm always ready." Shadowclan made the unwise decision to cancel their alliance, marking the shadowy clan as a target in his eyes. Riverclan was possibly bound to retaliate, although he was confident with the multistrike raid they received the water dwellers would remain on their side of the forest.

The moorland prince stands to his paws, testing the springy feel of the field while his mentor continues. Sunstride wished for a spar? A small fanged smirk carves its way across the boy's maw, rolling the weight of his head from one shoulder to the next with an audible pop. His knuckles flex, claws slipping briefly only to be concealed once more. Unless otherwise stated, it seemed as if they would not wrestle with claws today. "As you wish." With a snap of motion Adderpaw excels forward, rushing at his opponent with the intention to fake him out with a side step, only to attempt a leap upon Sunstride's back. If successful he would aim a controlled bite into the ivory of his scruff. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[Badgermoon]

It made perfect sense that Sootstar had assigned one of her children to Sunstride: any young cat would be lucky to have the lead warrior as a mentor, in Badgermoon's opinion. Sunstride was noble, powerful, and intelligent, and would surely make an admirable warrior out of Adderpaw. The broad-shouldered tomcat approached as soon as he sighted the telltale flattened circle of slowly-regenerating grass, a tiny grin appearing beneath his bright golden eyes. His presence here would serve multiple purposes: to support his friend, to watch a spar for entertainment's sake, and to perform his duty as the overseer of WindClan's apprentices' training. Badgermoon took a seat a few tail-lengths from the edges of the makeshift arena and threw an encouraging wink in Sunstride's direction before focusing on Adderpaw. The young cat seemed enthusiastic - no surprise there - and sprang forward, attempting a surprisingly complex move for what the deputy presumed was his first 'official' spar.​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Adderpaw has always been the most aggressive of her littermates. Her pale tabby brother fears no cat, no enemy. Bluepaw has never understood that drive, though her parents seem proud enough of Adderpaw's spirit. She's content to watch, near Badgermoon and likely @SOOTSTAR as Sunstride begins her brother's battle training. As always, her brother streaks toward the lead warrior with his teeth bared.

"Do tunnelers learn to fight that way, too?" She murmurs to the nearest cat. She does not know if she has it in her to be that brave, nor have that kind of drive...​

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[SUNNVAR]

Delight and amusement mix upon the warrior's face with the first burst of Adderpaw's speed. He is young still, his legs not fully developed, yet it hints at strength and speed to come. He will be a force upon these moors and the battlefield both– such thoughts bring glee to him. He imagines this is much the way his own father felt when he first sparred against him, his own body still an unwieldy weapon. (It is still strange to him, that they do not leave it to the parents to teach such things, but with the leader's grand number of youths, it does not surprise.) "You recall what I had taught you!" the tom laughs, though Adderpaw's teeth and claws digging to his fur is as unpleasant as a bed of thorns. Beneath him, it would be all too easy to hold down one so ill-matched in size. Above him, however– there is much less for him to do, aside from give a great shake of his entire body, tossing broad shoulders about for a moment before he drops to his belly and rolls as if to crush the younger feline.

What else do you recall? he seems to challenge. Though he's no intention of causing true damage to him, neither does Sunstride soften his weight beyond necessity. Should Adderpaw not recall the rest of his teachings, it will certainly hurt.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

• ooc: —
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. thirty-six moons old. lead warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[SILVERTHORN]

ALL NIGHT GAMER​

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Silverpaw blinked slowly as he made his way over to bear witness to the little spar. More than anything he hoped to be left amused by the affair, praying that Sunstride would flatten the wannabe prince of the moors, or just anything to bring the brat down a few pegs. Idly he licked at his lips as he crouched near Badgermoon whilst still keeping a respectful distance. If only he could get stuck in as well, he'd just love to get his claws on Adderpaw.
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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

A flourish of praise hails from his mentor's jaws. His words like fuel added to the already raging fire that was his determination. A smile cracks across the boy's own maw as he holds Sunstride's scruff but then there is a great shifting. The large tom's weight jostles rapidly side to side in an attempt to dislodge him. His paws are slipping now, struggling to maintain its grip as the lead warrior suddenly drops and for a moment his eyes widen a hair. "He's going to roll?" A brief memory flashes to the forefront of his mind, advice given when he sparred with a den mate of his during his kitten days. Be ready to roll, should your opponent shake your balance. Relinquishing his hold Adderpaw allows gravity to let him drop, falling into a sloppy roll of his own to steer clear of Sunstride's crushing weight by mere centimeters.

Sides heaving the boy scrambles to his paws, mind working to formulate his next course of action. Distance, he needed to maintain distance. But not without a parting shot. With claws carefully tucked Adderpaw would use the tom's lower leverage to his advantage, attempting a blunt strike to the eyes before streaking off to put space between them. In a real match against an actual enemy his intention would have been to blind them and put them at a severe disadvantage. "You almost got me." He calls, rolling his shoulders to ease the discomfort from thudding against the ground so suddenly. ​

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[SOOTSTAR]

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SOOTSTAR

WindClan Leader
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”Somewhat.” The smoke responds to her apprentice as she takes a seat. Eyes move forward to watch her son and lead warrior spar, a purr rumbles in her throat. Adderpaw seemed to be doing well so far… she is glad to have entrusted his training to Sunstride. ”But as tunnelers we focus more on surprise. You’ll likely fight more rabbits head-on than you will enemy warriors, regardless, there is immense honor in our role in the clan.” As her daughter must certainly already knew.

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