pafp throw me to the wolves // spar

[Swallowflutter.]

CAN'T YOU TELL I'M CRASS?
CAN'T YOU TELL I'M WIRED? ​

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swallowpaw ❀ 10 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan apprentice​

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" Spar with me - unless you think you'll lose, "

For once, Snowlark has done nothing to draw Swallowpaws ire - no, it's his own nagging anxiety and Basilpaws words that spurr him on. The warrior is simply a convenient target - and outlet for all the frustration he feels. They're at the training grounds - a swirling mix of names and faces the younger cat hardly pays mind too. A simple training exercise in preparation for this soons upcoming asesments, and practice for his own - and the perfect excuse.

He's a good fighter - Swallowpaw takes pride in his skills after all, hardly ever losing against his fellow apprentices, and Snowlark isn't even that much older then him anyways. Surely this is a fight he'll win, and when he does... when he does, he can tell Lividsmoke that he won, and he can prove to himself Basilpaw that he isn't useless. That he isn't going to be tossed away just because his best friend is a warrior now, and he isn't. Yet. Because he'll be one soon, he's sure.

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// please wait for @Snowlark.

 

[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Swallowpaw's words grated in Snowlark's ears as his yellow gaze steadied onto the apprentice. He had only come to the training grounds to watch the mentors go about their training, and to study them each because he knew soon enough he'll be entrusted with training one of Shadowclan's young at one point just as many others so, having his attention to other things cut off by a cocky and arrogant apprentice, even if Swallowpaw wasn't much younger than him. His gaze stayed on the other, unblinking as he dared not give any sway to his own emotion before standing on his own paws. "Very well" he stated coolly.

This was just training, just like many other times before. Yet, Snowlark had an advantage, he had watched Swallowpaw countless times before and Snowlark's training had been entrusted to Mirepurr who was skilled in combat, and for a bit the two had trained together underneath Scorchedmoon before Swallowpaw was entrusted to his friend, to Swansong. Snowlark kept a calm look in his face as the two moved to the center of the clearing, taking deep breaths in before shifting to face Swallowpaw, "Feel free to use your claws, but I won't be using mine" he stated.

Was he insane for deciding to not use them? Perhaps in some eyes, but Snowlark was playing it carefully, he didn't need to hurt Swallowpaw psychically, no, he will strike it were it hurt the most. Swallowpaw's fragile ego. If he won this, perhaps the kid would take a better understanding and open his eyes to how he truly is to others, or fall deeper into his own facade. Snowlark didn't even give Swallowpaw a chance to prepare as the tom aimed to strike at the boy's shoulder in an attempt to catch him off guard and put him off balanced before moving away in a swift motion.

He dared not give Swallowpaw a chance to strike back, not yet at least before he aimed to grab the other by the scruff in an attempt to pin her down. Perhaps some part of him had unearthed some of his buried annoyances from having to deal with Swallowpaw's whining and claiming that Snowlark had hated him or perhaps a part of his own ego wanted to give way to triumph and prove to Swallowpaw he was better than him

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 13 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[MIRESTAR]

It is by complete coincidence that Mirepurr stumbles upon a just-starting spar in time to see the preparations — the bracing of muscles, a set of sharp in- and exhales — and still have the time to decide whether they should stick around or not. They had more hunting training in store for Plumpaw; leaf-fall does not wait and will surely alert all the prey to act accordingly. It is best to practice while there is still something to practice on.

Perhaps Snowlark's involvement is what truly wins them over... but of course, they are equally as interested to see how Swallowpaw would outmaneuver a warrior. She is an excellent fighter, and would be an even better addition to the warriors when the time comes.

"Sometimes, the best way to learn is by watching," they instruct Plumpaw, coming to a stop. "From the outskirts, you have the chance to see every action unfold and decide whether a better move would have been better or not."

@plumpaw

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[LIVIDSMOKE]

They wondered what Swallowpaw was up to this time. This rivalry between them and Snowlark had always been something they themelves could not quite understand. The same went with Basilpaw. It had not come unnoticed what had happened, just that it was not their business to care about it. Swallowpaw could break of this deal whenever she wished to yet for some reason she was foolish enough to keep their part of the deal the two had made when both had been young apprentices. To think this experiment of theirs would have kept on going for as long as it had. Not would they have thought he would have lasted this long. Swallowpaw was really a special case of stupidity.

Not having anything better to do at this very moment as they were on a break decided to watch this spar while finishing today's dinner. Hopefully, this spar wouldn't end up as catastrophic like Swallowpaw's last spar had been.




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[plumpaw]

Plumpaw narrows her eyes, studying the sparring cats intently. She'd prefer a real fight, something where she can throw herself in without a second thought, proving herself against anything or anyone that dares to challenge her. But here she is, sitting on the sidelines, just… watching. As Mirepurr speaks, Plumpaw gives a stiff nod. "Watching's fine," she mutters, not taking her eyes off the spar. She knows it's important, but part of her bristles at the idea of just sitting back and observing. Her muscles itch to move, to get up and show she can do just as well—maybe even better. She doesn't want anyone thinking she's just some passive onlooker, waiting for life to happen to her.

Still, her gaze stays sharp, catching each movement, her mind ticking away with strategies. Mirepurr is right about one thing: it does give her a chance to judge each move, to think about what she'd do in their place. And maybe, in some way, that's enough for now. She can learn without anyone seeing her struggle. "Guess I'll see what they get wrong," she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else. Her tone holds a hint of determination as she settles in, telling herself she'll remember every move. Because when it's her turn, she'll be more than ready​

 

[Swallowflutter.]

CAN'T YOU TELL I'M CRASS?
CAN'T YOU TELL I'M WIRED? ​

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swallowpaw ❀ 10 moons ❀ polygender ❀ any pronouns ❀ shadowclan apprentice​

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Snowlark accepts his challenge, and he all but preens. Perhaps its her confidence getting the better of her - not that it ever doesn't, but she feels... assured in her win. Claws unsheathe even before the older cat prompts them, and teeth flash in a rather mean-spirited grin. He still doesn't know what Snowlarks problem with him is, but it's time to settle things, he thinks.

Paw reaches outstretched for orange-strained shoulder, but Swallowpaw hardly minds it - taking the hit with grit teeth and lashing out with a swipe of his own - aiming to draw blood if he's lucky[/. For all that Snowlark tries to play nice, Swallowpaw will do nothing of the sort- she's never minded getting dirty anyway.

Unfortunately, dirty is exactly what Swallowpaw gets - a quiet yelp and a sputter as scruff is grabbed and they're pinned - limbs flailing towards the warriors belly in an attempt to upset them and free themselves, but really the damage is done. Heat burs[/] mismatched ears and cheeks as teeth flash i na snarl - embarassed by being tossed around like a kit.

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/// shhhhhh pretend this isn't super late and swall is still an apprentice </3