THE OL' RAZZLEDAZZLE / training

( ) Flycatcher had asked him to do some training and well, Hailstorm would do as he was instructed. He wasn't the best when it came to hunting due to his snowy caught so he could potentially touch up on combat training. His paws carry him to the Sandy Hollow where had had invited a few apprentices and mentors to join him, his ear flicks to the side and he takes a deep breath. This would be the first time he would be holding a training and he felt a little nervous about it but decided to not let that show as he stood there with a small smile present on his maw. "Alright, let's get started. Everyone pick someone to pair up with and that will be your spar partner for this training session," He instructs with a nod of his head.

He hopes this all goes smoothly to plan (or rather he was semi-winging it).
( O SOL PEDIU A ; LUA EM CASAMENTO )
 
The last thing Mousenose wants to do is train… hadn’t she just proved she doesn’t need to do that anymore?? The fluffy tortoiseshell searches for something else to do, though, and sighs when she realizes the patrols are already organized. She flings herself to where Hailstorm sits, her whiskers trembling. “I’ll fight and beat anyone, just try me!” She sits, her tail twitching as it sweeps the sandy earth below them. “They don’t call me Mousenose the Great for nothing!

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  • mousekit . mousepaw . mousenose
    — she/they, warrior of thunderclan
    — pansexual ; single
    — long-haired blue tortoiseshell with white and green eyes
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — penned by Marquette
    — chibi by Rai
 

With his warrior ceremony delayed, Toadpaw needs all the training he can get, it seems. Even if he spends most of his waking hours working on hunting techniques and battle moves, that must be what Stonepool thinks. His mentor isn't here to confirm this, however - isn't here to watch him train alongside the rest of Hailstorm's lesson-goers.

His muscles carry a dull ache to them from an earlier training session, his eyes a tired gaze. Still, he moves to the sandy hollow, listens to Hailstorm's words. Mousenose the Great seems quite enthusiastic, quite adamant she'll win over anyone else here. A cerulean gaze blinks, shifting from the blue tom to the tortoiseshell.

"Who calls you that?" he asks with a tilt of the head. Toadpaw hadn't heard anyone call her that, but, maybe it's some sort of warrior thing. He wouldn't know.
 
It's not uncommon, that Wolfwind finds herself participating in one of these group trainin' things. Warrior or no, she didn't think you could possibly get too much experience. She imagines if all she did was patrol once she got her full name, she'd forget how to do much 'F anythin' but put one paw in front "F the the other. Of course, a kit would tell her that's a magnificent achievement. And of course, if one did, she'd wear that like a badge of honor.

Mousenose reminds her of her when she was younger. No, banish the thought. That was such an old lady thought to have, yikes. She then says some nonsense about Mousenose the Great, to which Toadpaw would point out, was a nonexistent title. Wolfwind's willing to indulge though, what the hell. " Tell ya what, " she comes to stride beside the young warrior, lilting her chin in a cool and important way. " If ya beat me in a fight, i'll call yall Mousenose the Great for the next moon! "

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  • [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! LITTERMATE 2 LAKEMOON; KIN TO MANY.
    —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
    —— CURRENTLY 22 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.

    FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER
 

⋆✦⋆ He followed nonchalantly along as he and Asterflame joined the group out to Sandy Hollow. Accepting Hailstorm’s invitation for a group training was great because more Thunderclanners to train with definitely equaled more fun. His hazel eyes sketch over Hailstorm as he addresses those gathered but his paws are already moving before the pale-ice warrior is finished speaking. Dreampaw knows where this is going and he’s got to leave Asterflame’s side and find some other cat to pair up with before his mentor notices. He trained with Asterflame, like, everyday and he wanted to find a less familiar face to try his skills out on before his mentor decided things for him.

As it would happen, his burning evil eyes would settle upon Toadpaw. “Heh, if you’re having trouble swallowing Mousenose the Great then you’ll stand no chance against I, Dreampaw, the one whom even the shadows fear,” his approach is swift, startling and comes with a rough cackle and lash of his flame-colored tail, ”The Dark Warrior will allow you to be his training partner. Go ahead and accept and prepare yourself against certain doom.”

Only for a moment does his gaze drift to Mousenose and Wolfwind. He would have jumped at the opportunity to spar with the Great Mousenose but Wolfwind was a worthy training partner, too. Besides, one day Mousenose the Great and the Dark Warrior would spar and it would be legendary.

But now he assess his supposed opponent. Toadpaw. He knew from word of mouth moons ago that the other tom had been born outside the clans and arrived in Thunderclan sometime before he was even born. He is old enough to be a warrior, yet he is not. Dreampaw just hopes the moons of experience Toadpaw has on him won’t save him against his wicked skills. He rips himself from his thoughts and his eyes are pitiless as he dips his head and summons an enchanting smile, at last halting just a tail-length away from Toadpaw.


  • name ▹ Dreampaw
    gender ▹ trans ftm + he/him
    age ▹ 9 moons
    ages real-time on the 1st of every month.
    sexuality ▹ pansexual

    clan ▹ Thunderclan
    rank ▹ apprentice

    created on ▹ September 1st
    penned by ▹ yamitisane

  • short description ▹ lithe, short tortoiseshell tom with hazel eyes.

    physique ▹ delicate, smaller than average height, stature lends easily to agile feats
    notable features ▹ a strong menacing gaze
    eye details ▹ hazel eyes


  • traits ▹ confident, creative, delusional, impulsive, prankster, dramatic, mischievous, prideful, antagonistic, sadistic, awkward, likes to play the villain, adorably the chuunibyou archetype (evil eye variant), seems egotistical but it’s mostly for show because he doesn’t mind putting his friends and clanmates first, speaks in third-person person often, likes to eat

    personality ▹

    The self-proclaimed 'Dark Warrior,' Dreampaw is mischievous and proud of his power. He appreciates a good prank or joke and has earned himself disapproval from his peers for his fondness of causing trouble. He's easily excited and makes decisions on a whim, often driven forward by his impulsive nature. Although he hates losing, he sees every defeat as 'preparation for victory,' and waits patiently for opportunities to present themselves.

    Despite the title he gives himself, Dreampaw isn't as sinister as he claims to be. Rather, he's simply an eccentric and somewhat socially awkward youth with a taste for theatrics. Even so, he knows how to portray an intimidating persona that, combined with his impressive natural skills and thirst for power, help make him live up to his self-appointed title.


  • generation ▹ gen 1
    status ▹ single / crushing on: gingerpaw

    parents ▹ npc x npc
    offspring ▹ n/a

    mentor ▹ Asterflame (npc, red and high white tabby tom with van markings; focused, somewhat easily-going and worried in regards to dreampaw)
    apprentice(s) ▹ n/a

    friends ▹ gingerpaw
    enemies▹ n/a


  • interaction notes ▹ willing fighter / shows no mercy / not always the most calculated but has a strong spirit and is fully confident he can succeed in nearly any encounter even when all the odds say otherwise / daring but also plays smart when he has prior knowledge on a certain opponent or challenge / persistent / strikes to kill or disable in real battles with a cold-blooded lack of hesitation / has no issue fighting dirty, inflicting fear upon opponents, being cruel, killing, or interfering with others' battles

    adept at ▹ quick on feet, very agile in his moves, can climb well, not often discouraged and not often does he break his personal facade
    inept at ▹ staying focused, keeping track of time, skills that require brute strength such as carrying many things at once or heavy objects etc, expressing thanks

    stats ▹
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    hunting ◆◆◇◇◇​
    swimming ◆◇◇◇◇​
    climbing ◆◆◆◆◇​
    fighting ◆◆◆◆◇​


  • ▹ Clanborn and raised in Thunderclan. Sometime before his apprentice ceremony, he developed his ‘Dark Warrior’ persona along with his true gender identity and considers this self-defining moment one that he is both proud and fond of.

    WIP as events occur in roleplay!

 
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