pafp testing the mantel | spar

[SNOWGLARE]

જ➶ Where smog and ash had covered the skies now the sun has risen after the rain. The smell of soot still lingers but the perilous heat has died down which has allowed him to actually be able to rest and recover. As the large ghostly tom rises from his nest he gives a small shake. Easing his strained muscles, arching his back and then stretching each limb. It's a new day and one in which he hopes to at least get something done besides laying around all day. Afterall, he is sure there is something that needs to be done or something he can be filling his time with. There is a concern in his mind though that despite the camp having been saved what will they do for prey? Did all of their food run off or did they seek shelter under the ground? A frown pulls across the warriors muzzle before Snow alights his gaze on the figure of a tunneler. An ear twitches as he regards them before finally making of his mind. Even though he had helped Windclan fight against Sootstar and her loyalists he has not used his skills again.

This is a perfect opportunity and so he steps lightly toward the other. Dipping his head in greeting he gives a small smile before he merely comes out with what he wants to do. "I don't mean to be a bother but do you have the time for a friendly spar? I haven't been as active and would like to test my skills." At least he doesn't feel like he is on the brink of melting into a pool upon the ground from all the heat anymore.

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[RABBITCLAW]

Life is not patient, it goes on whether or not you wished it stopped. How many moons did she live in Windclan with her littermates? How many moons has she been with her nieces and nephews? And now, Rattleheart was expecting kits as well. Her sister Scorchstreak had become deputy and found love once more. As for her? She fought in the battle between rogues and the traitors, each battle left her wounds that couldn't be healed. The scar at her throat flared at times. Each time it did, bitterness and hatred followed suit. In terms of love she did fall in love once again, but for the wrong cat. Fogbound, that blasted tom. She knew she must crush any feelings towards him, that tom was not ready and she loathed to endure a tom who didn't want to settle. He was a moor runner and she, a tunneler. Avoiding him was as easy as breathing. However, by extension she avoided all moor runners. Not that it hindered her work much considering she spent most of her life in the darkness. Moor runners couldn't follow them into the darkness and if they tried they would wind up meeting a horrid end.

As such, when she is approached on her spare time by a moor runner that it takes a moment to put a face to a name. This is... Who? Snowy? Snowhare? Nah, that can't be it. Uhhhhhh, Snowwwwww... Snowglare! Yep this is Snowglare. What business does he have with me? When the white tom greets her with a dip of his head and a small smile, she returns the gesture with a mere wave. For all her time in clan life, she never quite enjoyed it when cats approached her formally (with respect) because of her age. Soon I'll be elder, yeesh. "A spar?" It's been some time since she fought. After all, she had been recovering from her wounds (heart included). "Sure, it's been awhile for me too. And for the record, you're not a bother Snowy. Never crossed my mind till you said it, if anything you're bumming me out. Have some guts! Cats who are bothered by you will let you know it. Anyway, where'd you wanna have this spar?"​