pafp TOKYO DRIFT & . sparring

[freckleflame]

𓍊𓋼 ⠀ . ׁ ⠀ the girl is practically buzzing as they trod into the sandy hollow, thick tail lifted high and kinked over her back. they’d been assigned a spar — her very first! combat training had never been her strong suit, but frecklepaw was large. she took after her father in that regard — bulky, not all fluff, despite what one would think. despite it, she is not quite trained, muscles still soft despite their thickness, born of her wild cat upbringing but decidedly kittypet heritage. as the moons pass she only seems to bulk, growing into her big, round paws. big, round paws that nearly bounce alongside the tortie point feline, always close, always leaning just a little too far into her peer’s space. her mottled fur is nearly brushing theirs, and she is too distracted, too eager to think to give the nervous apprentice room to breathe, “ you excited, lichenpaw? i’ve never sparred before! “ a trill, bright and nearly trembling with pent up energy.

wolfwind had not taught her many moves yet, she’d admit. her interest lie with hunting, strolling into camp with her head high and a plump, juicy mouse trapped in her jaws. she loved the way even warriors eyed her prize with eager, hungry eyes — opting to believe it was not just the leafbare hunger.. but fighting was alright too, she guessed. sure, she’d be bringing home a couple bruises instead of freshkill, but she could find some sort of solace in it. probably. the girl finds her spot, rocks on her paws, grins at the red sand gathering in the thick fur between her toes. claws sheathed, always! frecklepaw beams from a tail - length away, “ ya ready? “ she chirps, grin stretching across the length of her maw. she leans down, stretches her forearms out — crouching low, “ maybe after this wolf ‘n sunnyday will let us climb the owl tree. “

it’s a fun thought — but with that, the girl launches off of her haunches, forepaws splayed and aiming for their shoulders, aiming to use her weight to her advantage and tackle her fellow apprentice to the soft ground.

/ please wait for @LICHENPAW , with obligatory tags for mentors @WOLFWIND and @Sunnyday !!

— SUN - KISSED 𖤓 information visual

• FRECKLEPAW —————— cherry waves.
  f. she / her. apprentice of thunderclan, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. fluffy cream tabby / tortoiseshell chimera with seaglass eyes. her namesake shows shows himself in shades of vibrant ginger patches across her form, interwoven in mottled patches of red and black. unspecified maine coon heritage from sunfreckle’s side brings her to a size expected to rival her parents, with large, round paws and long, tabby - splotched limbs. as she grows, kittish fuzz has lengthened, leaving her bulk thick and fluffy, concealing the toned muscle beneath in swathes of red - orange.
  
  — lesbian, single. smells like warm stone and oak leaves.
  − six months, voiced by madeline peters as scootaloo.
  
  penned by antlers​
  
  
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[LICHENPAW ❁]

( ☘ ) Lichenpaw, too, has a buzzing energy to his steps as the two make their way towards Sandy Hollow, the tom matching Frecklepaw step for step. It's a strange miasma of excitement and nervousness that thrums beneath his skin, equal parts eagerness for the friendly fight they've been longing for and fear of messing it up. He can handle himself, he thinks, he thought. He'd frozen -- barely done anything at all -- against the dog, but that was just a fluke. He'll show what he can really do, now.

"I'm uh, definitely excited, yeah," he chuckles a bit, nervously. "I mean, of course I am! I've never really -- well, before I joined ThunderClan, I was in a lot more uh, proper fights, you know?" there's a bit of a conspiratorial tone to the words, a not-so-subtle brag of dubious verity. "Never really got the chance to, y'know, spar." A pause. "I've sparred with Sunnyday, I guess, but that doesn't count." If he notices how little space the molly gives him, he doesn't show it, sticking right go her side. His grin is shaky, as are his lanky legs, but that's nothing new.

When they arrive at Sandy Hollow, Lichenpaw is quick to take his place across from his fellow apprentice. He nods when Frecklepaw asks if he's ready, heart already racing. They tense when she crouches, but her next words distract them. The owl tree? He's never been up there before... "Huh, maybe --" he begins, but before he can get another word out there's a cat barreling towards him.

Lichenpaw flinches, hard, moves to get away -- too late. Frecklepaw catches their shoulders, bowling them over. He lands flat on his back, staring up at her with wide, fearful eyes. Bad position to be in.

Survival instincts kick in, and everything narrows down to one goal: getting her off. He forgets, momentarily, that this is a friendly spar, no danger here. Lichenpaw tries to wriggle away first, before it registers how much stronger she is. Instead, he kicks out rabbit-like with his back paws, aiming to shove his front paws against her chest if they remain unpinned. He only barely remembers to sheathe his claws through the haze of adrenaline, but he still uses as much strength as he can muster. Once she's off, he can get to his feet, and then maybe he'll be able to think instead of panicking like a pinned prey animal.​