SWORD AND SHIELD ⁺˖⋆ spar

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ it had been a long time since nightbird had faced another in combat, since sunningrocks was conquered if her memory served her correct. but despite the unity the journey and rogues brought to the clans, tensions once again seemed on the rise. windclan had claimed highstones for star's sake. a fools endeavor, nightbird was left wondering what would be their next.

keeping up on training was a part of being a warrior, the unrefined could not serve to the best of their ability. before the journey, she kept up on it enough training with duskpaw but that was two moons ago now, no doubt the rust had already settled into wind chilled bones. she had found roeflame looking bored and unburdened by a task, the cinnamon molly was young but a fine warrior, nightbird had roped her into a spar.

gathered at the sandy hollow, mentors and their apprentices undoubtedly trained nearby. she paid no mind to them, tail curled upwards she meets roeflame with an anticipating grin. "would you like the honors?" she drawls casually with a slight tilt to her head. usually, nightbird opted for the first strike. in her case, it was the best plan of action, skill aside there wasn't much she could do against a heavier opponent pinning her straight away. but roeflame was near her size, it would be an even match that way. allowing the younger warrior to go first would give nightbird a sense of how she moved, make her strikes all that much more meaningful.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND NO RIVERS AND NO LAKES ⋅⋆⋅ CAN PUT THE FIRE OUT ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROEFLAME .]

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

When Nightbird had approached her, Roeflame couldn’t help but feel more surprised than anything. Nightbird was intimidating, commanding, and well-respected- asking her to spar? A dream come true to both compare and show off her skills to a true pro, or perhaps practically a plea to get her ass kicked.
Who cared, though? Of course Roeflame agreed.
If Roeflame was feeling any sort of anxiety, it was well concealed under eager eyes and excited grin. Would you like to do the honors? The ebony warrior cooly proposes, and Roeflame nods.
"Sure. Ready when you are."
With that, the dance would begin, Roeflame relaxing her stance and dropping to a low crouch.
If Nightbird mirrored her, Roeflame would not let the lull of circling last for long, only enough to get Roeflame slightly closer, before the cinnamon warrior would aim to lunge forward with forepaws lifted as if aiming to tackle, before they’d drop at the last second, aiming to sweep at Nightbirds own forepaws and unbalance her. A risky move, one that required its user to be bold enough to accept the possibility of losing her own balance if not followed through quick enough.
"speech"

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

“Okay, Rainbowpaw, try to hit me for real this time.” Sand shifts between Raccoonstripe’s toes, and he does his best to suppress the annoyance his apprentice instills into him with every lazily-delivered swipe. This is their first battle training session in earnest, and so far, the tabby is not impressed. “Remember, I can see where you’re looking.” His tail lashes behind him once, and he levels his shoulders, preparing to dodge whatever strike the little blue-and-gold apprentice aims his way.

The sound of a voice like cool water poured over smooth stone interrupts his concentration. Dark eyes flick to where Nightbird circles Roeflame, the two small she-cats poised and ready to strike like adders doing a death dance. He stares at the curl of Nightbird’s tail over her small body, the sardonic smile she lends Roeflame. A cloud of grit scatters as the silvery-cinnamon warrior makes her first move, and he watches through the debris, fascinated by Nightbird’s potential performance in the spar.

In doing so, he gives his apprentice the perfect chance to strike.

[ @RAINBOWPAW ]

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird braced for a feigned tackle, only for pale paws to come diving in for her own on the ground. she tries to move them out of the way but her steady stance gave little room for dodging, mismatched paws are clipped and swept to the side. the lead warrior leans into the way her body is already tilting, shoulder meeting the ground as she rolls and pops right back onto her paws.

roeflame was quick, intelligent in her attacks. they could go all day coaxing each other into swiftly crafted traps, turn it into a battle of endurance rather than skill. without sparing too much time after she regains footing, nightbird darts to the side of roeflame, paws outstretched towards the molly's flank in attempt to knock her into a pin. if successful, she would follow through with a sheathed cuff to her ear.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND NO RIVERS AND NO LAKES ⋅⋆⋅ CAN PUT THE FIRE OUT ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[& RAINBOWPAW]

Rainbowpaw really didn't have much interest in " trying to hit him for real. "

" Kay, " sleepily said. Here they stand, weighing their options. If he actually attempts to get a hit in, maybe Raccoonstripe will be pleased with him. That'd be cool. But what if he asked him to keep going? What if the next training session was more intense, because, clearly, he was on that level. If he makes another meh attempt, Raccoonstripe would be disappointed in him— which admittedly, wasn't his favorite. But maybe he'd let them them call it a day early, then. Maybe next time, Rainbowpaw would have more energy...

Roeflame and Nightbird sparring beside them, even having just begun, already put them to shame. Evidently, Raccoonstripe thinks so too. Rainbowpaw has thought more than once, that Raccoonstripe seems to enjoy looking at Nightbird than anything the two of them did together. Of course, that's not really their business. They didn't blame them.

Well, maybe if Rainbowpaw hurried up and did whatever he said, they could finish early, and Raccoonstripe would have even more time to do whatever he wants.

Unconsciously, Rainbowpaw mimics Roeflame's swift movement, lunging forward with forepaws lifted as if to strike, before aiming for Raccoonstripe's paws instead. It probably wouldn't work the same since they weren't fully grown, but hey, maybe they'd surprise their mentor, at least.

『 OOC 🎠 DO YOU EVER WANT NOTHING AT ALL? 』

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• ( I DO, I DO, I DO ) RAINBOWPAW: Sunfreckle xx Rabbitnose. Mentored by Raccoonstripe
  ✦ he / they ; fine with gendered terms ( tom / boy / brother / etc . . . )
  ✦ currently 5 moons old as of 11/2/2023 ; ages every 25
  
  warm - faced and bright - eyed, rainbowkit sports boyish features and an easygoing smile. he sports long curling whiskers and a dip of sun - red down the length of their neck. growing into themselves; rainbowpaw is showing signs of growing into an above - average height with a somewhat leggy frame. rainbowpaw is most plainly to be described as kind, his most tangible goals and motives being to make the people around him happy. somewhat aloof when it comes to more complex / outer clan issues. lives in the present first and foremost.

• this is for cute purposes begone.

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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — I fell in love with the fire long ago. There is a satisfying thud against her forepaw as the warrior makes contact.
Sand flies awry from her move, and through the settling particles of rock Roeflame barely catches how quickly Nightbird regains her balance- much too quick for the cinnamon molly to pounce again before Nightbird is springing towards her, successfully knocking against her flank and sending Roeflame into the sandy depths with a cooperative roll to keep her limbs tucked close in her downfall.
One eye kept shut tight to protect itself from the beads of flying dust, the other stays wide open, a competitive spark set aglow.
tucked hindlegs spring upward, claws sheathed, in hopes to shake the ebony warriors balance and wind her, if successful Roeflame would achieve enough wiggle room to free her forepaws and aim to grasp the others shoulders and throw her weight to the side with the intent of fully throwing Nightbird off, quick to roll to her belly and keeping herself crouched to the ground, ready to spring once more and take the offense. "speech"

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

He watches Nightbird hit the ground, watches the fluidity of her body as she slithers back to her paws and begins the dance once more. He hardly registers movement on his other side, that Rainbowpaw has for once heeded his command. The blue-gold apprentice charges for him, last-minute feinting at his forepaws. He feels the impact, tries to re-adjust his stance too late, and the blow sends him crumpling into the sand. He looks at his apprentice with astonishment—and a hint of pride. “Well done,” he says, shoving himself back to his feet and giving his pelt a brisk shake. Grit flies like sparks. “Did you copy Roeflame?”

Appraisingly, he turns to watch the spar again—and, at the last second, he flies toward his apprentice’s flank in a mimicry of Nightbird’s last strike. If successful, he will pin Rainbowpaw to the sand.

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