pafp SPINNING ’ROUND IN CIRCLES [battle training]

[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ Wrestling with his siblings makes the lilac tomkit feel like he’s a ferocious warrior of ThunderClan. Sure, there are bruises and scrapes across his small form due to numerous too-rough sessions of playing, but he doesn’t care too much about silly things like injuries. Gentlestorm is his uncle, so if he had any real wounds he can just go to the medicine cat for it. But while play-fighting is fun, it’s starting to feel… too kittish for him. Batting thoughtlessly at Coalkit’s ears or smacking wildly at Dovekit isn’t as much fun as it used to be—he wants to feel the thrill of a real fight, even when he’s just playing.

After gathering his siblings, the little tom seeks out their mother, who is just outside the nursery, exactly where he thought she’d be. With a purr and a press of his head to her foreleg, Hopekit sits down to make his proposal. "Hi, mom. You’re a lead warrior… right? So you… you know how to fight, even though you stay in the nursery right now." His train of thought is spoken aloud, acknowledging the queen’s place within the clan. She may be a queen now, but she was a warrior first—and a lead warrior at that. Surely she could teach all of them a lot about battling. "We were talking about it, and we want to learn how to fight. Will you teach us some real battle moves?" His fluffy tail thumps against the ground, sending small plumes of dust into the air. He’s not especially nervous, because how could Roeflame say no to them?

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

• ooc: pls wait for @ROEFLAME . + you don’t have to wait for the kits but @COALKIT @ littlekit @beetlekit! @Dovekit
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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Sometimes, Roeflame wonders if she wasn’t too old to pull a great escapade, to scheme something with her mate and inconspicuously slip into a departing patrol. It was impossible, the queen knows, it wasn’t like she could disguise herself beyond recognition. It’s most days that a pest of a small voice in the back of her mind plants a malicious seed of thought. The thought that Roeflame was falling behind, being cooped up in the nursery’s walls, the tendrils of muscle that wrapped around her shoulders and limbs had begun to thin. The rational side of rosetted molly knows that there is no truth to these fears- still, her heart patters quicker than it should as she sits outside the nursery, drinking in sunlit nourishment while celadon hues trail her kits as they wrestle.
As Hopekit gathers his siblings near, Roeflame tilts her head to the side, expression remaining neutral when he begins to approach with confident steps. A long exhale breathes the anxiety from her chest cavity, not even her lead warrior duties could outweigh being a mother to the five kits she spares a small smile to. Though, she was excited to be a proud mother to five apprentices. As Hopekit presses his crown to her foreleg, the affectionate greeting would be met with a quick rasp over the ears. Hi, mom. He says, and Roeflame purrs. “Hello, my little warriors.”
The tiny toms question prompts her ears to stand more upright, curious as to where he was going with this. “That I am, I’d like to think I know a thing or two.” While Roeflame had found her footing in establishing herself as a renowned huntress, Flycatcher had made sure she graduated her training as a formidable foe too. Hopekit’s ask isn’t too out-of-the-blue, she supposes, her kittens were almost as tall as her now, and though that wasn’t saying much, it was still much too big. Roeflame pretends as though she’s weighing the question for a heartbeat, if only for dramatic effect. “Sure, why not.” The brassy queen rises to her paws, “On a couple conditions. Those claws stay sheathed, and if I see any of you using these on your denmates…” she trails off, fixing a pointed glance at Hopekit and Beetlekit especially, “you’ll spend your first moon of apprenticeship picking ticks off elders and tending to the nursery, understood?” She may not be the perfect mother, but her kits knew well enough by now that Roeflame was not one for empty promises. Upon five tiny “yes’s” Roeflame would be content enough to lead the small group further away from the liable nursery premise.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[COALPAW]

BUT I'M JUST SO OUT OF MY DEPTH — Violence was hardly Coalkit's preferred way of getting his points across. Verbal sparring seemed to be the arena that the speckled tom had taken to most naturally, with a sharp tone in his voice being seemingly the only time conversation came naturally to him. Unfortunately, most of his denmates weren't exactly interested in conversation in that kind. And most apprentices were either too busy or too amused to even give him the time of day, meaning that he often found himself tussling alongside his siblings whether he wanted to or not. At least his larger than average size gave him an intrinsic advantage, making his clumsy blows carry more weight even though his actual form was atrocious.

He desperately hoped whatever mentor he was assigned would be able to help with that. The last thing he wanted was to be toppled over on the battlefield like Hopekit managed in the nursery.

Though reluctance dragged like chains at his paws after he followed after Hopekit and his other siblings, Coalkit knew he had no chance of convincing his brother away from his questioning. He was so determined, a trait that Coalkit had learned to admire and detest in equal measure even in their relatively short amount of time alive together. At least he wasn't the one leading the charge, just peering over Hopekit's ears as he asked Roeflame to teach them some real battle moves. It wasn't a surprise when she said yes, although Coalkit's ears did briefly flatten. If only she had, then he wouldn't have to potentially make a fool of himself. "No claws... got it." Though admittedly, that was the easy rule to follow. Not using them on his denmates would be harder, especially when they were at their most annoying. Yet still, he somehow managed a nod after seeing the queen's temporarily steely gaze.

I CAN PLAY IT KINDA COOL ✧˖*°࿐ JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE

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  ☄ shorthaired black smoke with forest green eyes
  ☄ amab; goes by he/him pronouns
  ☄ 4 moons old; ages the 5th every month
  ☄ homosexual; not yet interested in romance
  ☄ son of leopardtongue and batwing
  ☄ brother to bravepaw, cougarpaw, hazepaw, foxpaw, and hopekit
  ☄ extremely difficult to befriend; cold and blunt
  ☄ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ☄ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ☄ all opinions are ic

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[BURNSTORM]

It would be a lie to ever say that he was not made uncomfortable by the fact that the kits of Leopardtongue and Batwing called his mate Mom. But if Roeflame did not object or correct them then he would not say anything either. When they had tried to call him Dad he had said something. "Just Burnstorm is fine" he would never want to appear as if he was trying to be a replacement for the father that they should have had, the ones that their siblings still remember. That does not mean that he does not care for them though. Hopekit and Coalkit may not be his by blood but he had still had a paw in raising them, in watching over them whenever Roeflame needed a break. It would be foolish to deny that he felt anything at all in regards to the pair of orphans.

He watches his mate with a warmth in his eyes only reserved for the pale-furred queen. Admiration and adoration shining in his gaze as Hopekit asks her to teach him how to fight. "Roeflame is the best fighter I know." he says with a slight purr "You two are in good paws." With any luck, Hopekit and Coalkit would take after their own parents. If that were the case then they would be more than valuable to the future of ThunderClan.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[beetlepaw]

Hopekit and Coalkit- Beetlekit considered them brothers. He knew they came from another parent, one who had saved them from something awful that made both Burnstorm's and Roeflame's eyes sad. Beetlekit was older now- he knew that it wasn't good, whatever it was, but he had been told the stories of wolves anyways. He hated wolves. He hated them. It took Hopekit's and Coalkit's father away from them.

Speaking of his siblings, he had been gathered by the one, padding over after him. He sat patiently, looking up at Roeflame as the suggestion was made. A tiny grin grew on his face as Roeflame accepted, and huffed softly at the restriction. Of course no claws. "Yes, mom." Beetlekit sighed out, though his tone was rough, it was clear he was accepting the condition. Eyes skipped towards Burnstorm, and while the urge grew to run up and press against his father, he was older now. He couldn't be doing that.

Beetlekit grinned as Roeflame begun to lead them off elsewhere, so Beetlekit responded, "'Course, Dad! You and mom are both super strong." He cheered, grin wide on his face as he trotted after his mother.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 5 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

The confirmation from the majority of her brood was satisfactory enough, and Roeflame leads the small group to the outskirts of camps clearing, away from the busy footpath made by bustling warriors. Her mate announces his presence, and Roeflame looks over to see his warm gaze on her, the soft smile that blooms on her maw as she tsks in his direction is only play bashfulness, and the queen sends a wink in his direction when she’s sure the charcoal-furred warrior has earned the gazes of the kittens gathered around. It nearly made the queen genuinely sheepish, how her mate was still able to stir butterflies in her belly.
Roeflame appreciated his sympathy for her taking in Hopekit and Coalkit, and while the rosetted molly herself hadn’t been able to bring herself to correct the former the first time he called her ‘mom,’ Burnstorms warm presence in their lives still never failed to spring admiration in Roeflame’s own heart. A grin is shot in Beetlekit’s direction,
“when we team up we’re unstoppable.” She hums, though the queen naively hopes he would never have to see his parents fight in a battle together, even if she and her mate did make a good team.
“Alright…Hopekit, you can help me demonstrate this first move.” Beckoning the tom-kit forward, Roeflame knows a perfect move to show the small crowd of kittens.
When her son would draw forward, Roeflame would position herself to stand only a couple of mouse-lengths from him, “ready?” With his confirmation, the demonstration would be swift to follow. One forelimb shoots skywards, looking as though it would intend to make contact with the kittens muzzle for a moment, but with his eyes focused on the rising forepaw, the other would shoot towards him instead, delivering one painless jab to the top of his ribcage. There was little force behind the older cat's muscles, but just enough to leave her kit staggering a little. “The goal here is to imbalance your opponent, utilizing the element of surprise. While your opponent has their eyes on your raised forepaw, you use your second to deliver your jab. In a real battle you could also use the move to try and sweep your enemy’s legs out from under them- don’t do that here, though.” Roeflame pauses, blinking towards the kits watching, “got that, or do we need another demonstration?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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