- Sep 9, 2022
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STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
periwinklepaw | 09 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
Though the boy can no longer recalls who's wonderful idea this was, he thanks them nonetheless. Forced once more into battle training against his will, it is with some relief that clear blue gaze locks onto his opponent - limbs relaxing as the tension he hadn't known he'd borne leaves him. Snailstride - newly named, newly promoted. A cat who he understands in ways he cannot share with the others - one of the few whom he trusts.
Claws are kept sheathed - a comfort for them both, he thinks, as he gives a stiff nod, his entire being focused on the task at hand. He can feel @Bluepool's stare upon his back - he's hyper aware of it in a frantic, paranoid sort of way, the way one gets when a predator is about to bear down upon them. She is watching him - they all are. Another day another test - another tipping point for the scale. He wants to make her proud, wants to prove himself. I'm more windclan than most, he repeats, his new silent mantra, as he takes a deep breath - sharp, anxious.
They're really doing this. He doesn't give himself much more time to worry than that - as soon as it seems like his friend is ready he's darting forwards, ink dipped paws striking quickly and precisely, though he's a bit slowed by fatigue. The first blow is low - aiming to hit heavily against one grey shoulder, hoping to off balance snailstride. The next is aimed high - to the head, to stun. He calls upon his training the best he can - thinks of late nights spent in secret, thinks of daylight sessions that left him aching. He cannot rely on his size in this fight - snailstride is one of the few taller than him in windclan, with long limbs that rival his own. It will come down to skill - something he severely lacks. It's anyone's game - but he won't go down without a fight.
// please wait for @SNAILSTRIDE
Claws are kept sheathed - a comfort for them both, he thinks, as he gives a stiff nod, his entire being focused on the task at hand. He can feel @Bluepool's stare upon his back - he's hyper aware of it in a frantic, paranoid sort of way, the way one gets when a predator is about to bear down upon them. She is watching him - they all are. Another day another test - another tipping point for the scale. He wants to make her proud, wants to prove himself. I'm more windclan than most, he repeats, his new silent mantra, as he takes a deep breath - sharp, anxious.
They're really doing this. He doesn't give himself much more time to worry than that - as soon as it seems like his friend is ready he's darting forwards, ink dipped paws striking quickly and precisely, though he's a bit slowed by fatigue. The first blow is low - aiming to hit heavily against one grey shoulder, hoping to off balance snailstride. The next is aimed high - to the head, to stun. He calls upon his training the best he can - thinks of late nights spent in secret, thinks of daylight sessions that left him aching. He cannot rely on his size in this fight - snailstride is one of the few taller than him in windclan, with long limbs that rival his own. It will come down to skill - something he severely lacks. It's anyone's game - but he won't go down without a fight.
// please wait for @SNAILSTRIDE