pafp take my hand // training

[✧ Siltcloud.]

♡​♡ SOLD HER SOUL AT SEVENTEEN ♡♡​

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siltcloud & 16 moons & female & she/her & shadowclan warrior​

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Honestly, siltcloud still has no idea what she is doing. Her first time caring for another, and she's already been given more than one hurdle to overcome. But she is resilient, and so she takes the challenge head on. "This is the burnt sycamore - we use it for training, because when the fire struck us many moons ago, it chased away all the prey too," she explains softly, tone quiet. It's not so much to avoid being overheard as much as simple habit - and she knows by now that caterpillarpaw's keen ears will catch every word nonetheless.

"If you are to be survive and be strong, you'll need to learn to hunt and fight like the rest of us," she says, circling her - figuring the best way to start, and how to go from there. Forestshade is well known to be a keen hunter - but she's never heard much of her fighting skills. She hopes this child won't struggle to much to at least match the same inspite of her ailment - if she does, it will be siltcloud's fault after all.

"Have you sparred with any of your denmates before? Even if just in play," that should give her a starting point at least - though, she hopes the girl is nothing like herself. Siltcloud had avoid most kitten games when she was younger, content with simply observing the chaos granitepelt left in his wake. And after tragedy had struck - well, there was hardly any time left for such foolishness.

— a beautiful and broken mess ♥

• Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '
  
  ooc: please wait for @CATERPILLARPAW.
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  — a dust hued cinnamon tabby with white markings and sage green eyes. her fur is dull and unkept, her figure frail and slight. she's usually quite passive, and rarely makes eye contact or speaks above a whisper. she has five toes upon all four paws.
  
  — physically medium && mentally hard
  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not-allowed
  — please attack using [b][color=#905d5d]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 

[CATERPILLARFUZZ.]

BLINDED BY THE LIGHTS​

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caterpillarpaw's nose twitched back and forth at all the different scents around the sycamore. some stale, some fresh, but none necessarily too familiar that she would be able to pinpoint it. she perked her ears upwards at the sound of her mentors voice, head swiveling at the shift in her voice. she was circling her. interesting. she then asks about her fighting. even play fighting hadn't been something she was too keen on doing. it wasn't like she wanted to make enemies of her denmates by accidently doing something she shouldn't have. the thought scared her; being hated. being unwanted. an unwelcome shiver crawls up her spine, making her fur fluff for a moment before she shakes her head.

"n-no i... haven't really w-wanted to."

she doesn't wanna hurt anyone. she barely wants to hurt the prey she's meant to kill for survival. but she's left with little choice... would the same be said for her fighting?
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