pafp we started, then finished it - Spar

[milkthorn.]

fast, four hundred on the dash
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please wait for @Honeybadger. //

As the day was no longer sweltering, a small breeze sending making the air a lot cooler, and the sun was no longer beaming over them. Long shadows cast across the moor, and icey hues glanced across the camp for something to do. He would spot the male seemingly doing nothing, and he would take the chance. Why wouldn't he? There was still plenty of time left in the day to practice a bit of training.

"Come spar with me, Honeypaw, i need to practice with another apprentice," he began, his eyes flickering with an antagonizing gaze. "Unless you're scare of little ol' me." It was definitely a taunt now from the smaller moor runner. A cocky grin spread across the white furred apprentice, rosetted markings in a light brown colour scattering his scruffy form. It was littered in small scars, either from defeat, like from the one on his chin given by the unfortunate battle with Snakepaw. Snakehiss now, but the defeat weighed heavy on his ego. He was getting better though, and had barely managed to beat her twice now. He would get better, he had to.

He had actually been nervous that Sootstar may stick him with the tunnelers if he didn't grow much bigger, however, it was too late now. His form, thankfully, was getting more stocky, his shoulders wider than before. The runt of the litter was sprouting into a moor runner, and though slowly, he was gonna get there one day. "Ya know, maybe you are scared of me," he began again, beginning to turn away, but his gaze stayed on the other apprentice out of the corner of his eyes.

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[✧ Honeybadger.]

♢​♢ THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE ♢♢​

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honeypaw & 08 moons & trans. male & he/him & windclan moor runner apprentice ​

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If there is one thing honeypaw loves more than anything, it is the thrill of a fight - battle, spar, doesn't matter. Milkpaw hardly needs to taunt him to have the mottled tom rising to his paws, but the jeers leave him leering, his grin showing far too many teeth. "You still gonna' be talking big when I win?" he laughs, a light hearted thing. The variety of personalities within the clan has never bothered him, even if some of the things his clanmates say get on his nerve - a windclanner is a windclanner, and windclan is his home.

Shoulders roll and claws unsheathe, a careful uncoiling of his limbs in preparation for what is to come. Grey eyes are keen and sharp as the stout figured tabby as they square off, honeypaw circling like predator waiting for it's prey to slip up, to make a mistake, to turn tail and flee. A snort of laughter escapes before he can help it, a wicked thing - "Yu-p, just quivering in fear," he jests, finding humor in the younger boys attempt at trash-talk.

— like iron from the fire gettin' stronger ☀︎

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  — a strange looking feline with nearly every shade of red upon his coat, and a badger-like mask of white upon his face. honeypaw is usually quite friendly and outgoing, an upbeat sort of personality; but when faced with those outside of windclan his demeanor is brutal and scathing.
  
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  — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
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[milkthorn.]

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Milkpaw scoffed, rolling his eyes in an obvious and dramatic way as the other began to circle him. "Losing isn't on my to - do list today," he ensured, the smug look still on his face. His scruffy tail flicked behind him as he began circling with the other apprentice, a paw reaching forward and unsheathing, before the rest of his claws would follow. Emphasizing that he was ready. But he would not strike first, no he would observe for now, wait for the perfect moment as well.

But it wouldn't last long as he lunged towards him, and attempt to spring board off the other apprentice, trying to throw him off guard and off his feet.

dice roll : 1d20 = 13.

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Spars, battles, they both set his blood into a rolling boil. Amber eyes lock onto the beginnings of simple banter between both Milkpaw and Honeypaw, the tell tale sign of a fight to come. Adderpaw fully turns his head away from the company he conversed with previously, now entirely fixated on the spar happening before him. Milkpaw makes the first move, darting forward in an attempt to spring off of Honeypaw's solid frame. A simple but effective technique. He only wondered if the older apprentice would be fast enough to either doge or counter it in some way. The cream spotted tom had good form, Adderpaw would give him that. "Who do you think will win?" He questioned curiously, allowing his gaze to slip from the dueling pair. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[Badgermoon]

"Mm..." Badgermoon thought about Adderpaw's question, eyeing the apprentices as their spar began. Milkpaw's opening move - to his eyes, an attempt to knock Honeypaw off his feet - was bold, risky, but potentially very rewarding. He recalled the rosetted tom's training sessions with his mentor and the variable quality of his performance therein. Honeypaw was older and seemed thrilled to be participating in combat, even practice combat...but he'd never seen the boy fight. "Not sure yet. I could see it going either way." said the black-and-white tom finally, returning his yellow eyes to Adderpaw. "What do you think?" He was interested to know, but as he waited, he thought that he was glad to see Milkpaw's progress. No longer trapped in the nursery, no longer continually losing to his mentor...he was engaging with his peers, initiating spars, appearing to take an interest in growing and improving. It lifted his heart to see it. As for Honeypaw...it was good to see him hanging out with someone other than his sister, Badgermoon supposed.​

 

[SUNNVAR]

It is a pleasant memory to see others take up sparring. He sits fondly at the sidelines as he always had and thinks of his spars with Wolfsong when they were younger, or of watching Adderpaw train as a kit. To fight is to love, that is how Sunstride has always seen it. Those that fight at his side he holds in highest esteem. And those that he fight for deserve his world. Seeing others take after his same ideals always brings something of a smile to the warrior's face. Subtle, certainly, yet proud. Even with Milkpaw's involvement, his spirits do not dampen even slightly. Since he had witnessed some of the apprentice's training, he has tentatively chosen to see better in him. A serious youth, intent on proving himself worthy of WindClan's finest.

Pressing himself against Honeypaw is a fine opportunity to prove himself as such. The larger apprentice seems a fine opponent. Not nearly as troublesome as Milkpaw had once been, as well. He sits near Adderpaw and thinks on his apprentice's question, though only offers a warm, near-laughing hum in response to the subject. "I will say only that you could teach both of them much," he chuckles with pride, his shoulder jostling alongside the tabby's.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

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[FOXGLARE]

Spars were something that always piqued Foxpaw's interest, a bit of competition was a fine way to blow off some steam, to give some use to the excess adrenaline that coursed through young veins. Plus, a good rumble usually came along with a sense of camaraderie,—the simple type of respect, and a general sense of good feelings the tom was partial to. He said usually, since his own spar with Snakepaw—Snakehiss now—seemed to only make the guy's shitty attitude sour even further. It couldn't be helped, he supposed, it took no more fur off his pelt to tune out whatever gripes he still had with Foxpaw.

He settled nearby, alongside Adderpaw and the two older moor-runners, and watched the young toms circle each other with interest. He twitched his whiskers at their flashy quips before one made the first leap towards the other.

"I'll be willing ta bet a mouse on Milkpaw," Foxpaw offered some words to the group of watchers beside him, "I like the spirit." It took some guts to challenge a cat bigger than oneself, and to start with a risky move at that.

ALL IN ALL ˚⁀➷⋆ ༄ IS ALL WE ARE ; 8/23/23

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  — sun . fox . foxpaw
  — cis he/him. 10mo moor-runner apprentice of windclan
  — bisexual ; single
  — a large, scarred, longhaired light ginger tabby with high white and grey eyes
  — smells like wet oak wood and sedge
  — sounds like leon kennedy, with a vague texan drawl.
  — the straight-faced and taciturn adopted son of houndthistle, lived as a twolegplace loner until 7 moons old, now a moor-runner of windclan. stalwart and resilient, he is not easily shaken and lives by a very strict personal code of honor.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — icon by mercurial, chibi by vulture
  — penned by eezy

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