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[SHAGGYDOG]

It's no surprise to any who know it for anyone to come across Shaggydog on it's own out in the territory. When it gets riled up and needs to get some aggression out but feels it would be too violent in a spar, it heads out into the territory to find something to take it out on instead. This time, there's an unlucky thorn tree that it's come across, and its claws are scratching marks into the bark of the tree. It huffs out a frustrated breath, grumbling slightly to itself. It feels it's movements are much to weak, not as strong as they should be. It shakes its head, tenses slightly, then slashes forward again, this time leaving a deep gouge in the bark. It doesn't let up though, coming at it again, and again, and again. After all, with the invasion that Sootstar's supporters had just recently launched on them, it needs to be ready, needs to be prepared for if such a thing were to happen again. Even if WindClan had been successful in driving them out this time, there's no telling what would happen if they were to return and try again.

It growls quietly to itself, no words, just resentment for not being useful to its Clan. It lunges forward against, gouging another deep line into the tree, imagining in its mind that it is one of the cats who'd dared attack its home.​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

Being alone on the moors was something of a past time for the chimera too, the company of other WindClanners often tiring and, at the moment, grating. The whistle of the breeze provided ample enough conversation for the tom, loud enough to acknowledge he was not isolated, quiet enough to give his overlapping thoughts peace. It was a joy that did not last long. Within several blinks of dark-adjusted eyes, Sootspot spotted a dark figure around one of WindClan's sole trees, pinpointing it as one of the ex-rogues as he got close enough. Coming to a standstill a short distance away from it, the chartreuse eyes of the Tunneler looked over the scores left in the bark, quietly assessing their meaning as Shaggydog lunged once more for the tree. 'A sparring partner?' Large, unmoving, unthinking - could Shaggydog not have chosen the medicine cat to dual instead? He tilted his head to one side, an impetuous smile creeping upon his muzzle as he cleared his throat. "I am sure the tree feels remorse for whatever it has done," he quipped erroneously, if only to get a proper explanation from the other.


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[FEATHERSPINE]

Ironic, that the loners seemed to congregate. Brambles rose along Featherspine's back at the sight of Sootspot, thogh Shaggydog's tireless training soon caught her eye. Plinters of wood flung out from were tireless claws struck, slashes denting the bark. A tree was a standard, basic sparring partner- it would not develop your wits, but it worked to build your strength. For once, he settled beside Sootspot without shooting him a look of bitter yellow irritation- instead, there was a critical glimmer in both of their glares.

"I'm sure the t-tree feels very vindicated that it is honing a warrior's c-claws," Featherspine spoke, her words sharp but her tone only slightly whetted. Fettered by an ingrained connection to duty, a complimentary smile did not find its way upon her face very easily. Shaggydog was trying, of course... and it was a good start, maybe for a young apprentice unready to face battle. "When will you be upgrading to a moving opponent?" Expectant, cold- her tail flicked, as if swatting a fly away.​

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