pafp with honor // spar

[shalestorm]

Fighting in general is not a pastime Shalestorm particularly enjoys, but it is a foolish warrior who does not hone her skills with a decent spar every now and then. A great way to boost her own skills, she's found, is to grab an apprentice and see what they can do - the young of the Clan have just as much to teach the older members as the older members have to teach the young. It's true that Shalestorm has her own apprentice, but Gigglepaw just lost a parent, and Shalestorm cannot help worrying that she'd made a poor impression during ShadowClan's little celebration. So... so she was keeping her distance a little.

Her victim target today is, instead, Talonpaw. He is not a cat she knows much about, but it's good to know the fighting styles of clanmates in case you end up by their side in battle.

"Alrighty," the warrior begins with a grin, tail curling up behind her, "let's see what you've got, yeah? You can use your claws if ya like, but I won't be doing the same. I'll let you have the first move. Surprise me!" She says with a grin, dropping into a low crouch, knees bent and tail out behind her for balance and stability. Time to see what the apprentices of today were made of!

if I held your hand // would that be okay?

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  (img) Shalestorm * she/her* 28 moons
  blue point/blue chimera w/ low white; blue eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[talonpaw.]

Talonpaw prized his fighting skills. Often, Amberhaze felt he lacked in those abilities, finding himself not as eager to want to teach him in that regards. The apprentice couldn't blame him, for fighting was not prized to many. Not because they were unloyal, but rather, fighting was volatile, and quite frankly, scary. But alas, it was what was to be of a warrior, and he learned quickly in that regards. As unlucky and accident prone as he was, he relied on his strength, on his skills- to prove his worth to his clan. the mostly black tabby flicking and ear before beginning to follow the other at the request of a spar. White splotches have begun to coat his hind, peeking through as his pelt became fluffier with the cold months.

His one blue eye seemed to observe a moment, and he left it as expressionless as any other time anyone spoke to him- not a word thus far. But perhaps, that could be considered rude. "Noted. However, I do not see the need for undesirable injuries." He said simply, his voice monotonous. Why hurt each other? It made not much sense to him. Even if they were training. He knew what enemy claws felt like, his scarred muzzle and blind eye signs of it, and the scars down his back from Thunderclan.

A blue eye flickered to the clanmates that lingered around him, a quick flicker of his ego coming out, before he faced the lighter coloured warrior again.

He braced himself, before flinging himself forward, paws seeming to come from above. But landing just before the other, he spun, and aimed to kick frosted dirt to blind the warrior. If that worked, with sheathed claws, he'd aim to pull around the other warrior, nipping at an ankle to try to immobilize after the attempt of blinding.

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ As Amberhaze settled on the outskirts of the clearing where training was often utilized, he wondered if he was doing the right thing by allowing Talonpaw to be instructed by another. It should have been him on the other end of that terrain, him preparing him to slide out his claws and bare his teeth, him encouraging him to do his best even in the off chance that he would fail. But he was no fighter, he knew, at least not one with skills noteworthy enough to be deserving of any praise. Talonpaw needed someone more well versed in battle, someone unafraid to get their paws dirty with muck and fur- someone who might even enjoy the thrill of adrenaline that came along with pretending this was real- pretending that you were fighting in defense of keeping your life. Amberhaze was an extraordinary hunter, one of the few things he could pride himself on- but one could not exist with good hunting abilities alone. They needed more. Talonpaw needed more.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched the two cats begin their engagement, Talonpaw quick and lithe on his feet as he twisted and turned. His technique was admittedly a dirty one- many other clans may have called it dishonorable- but they were Shadowclan. What else would they be if not tricksters devoid of the ability to feel as everyone seemed to believe? He should be proud, and perhaps some part of him was- of course he was proud. But it was mingled with an overwhelming sense of regret and the selfish desire that it were him facing his apprentice now instead of Shalestorm despite him being the one to allow it. Maybe it should have been her instead of me. Maybe it should have been anyone else instead of him.

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[BURDOCKTAIL]

Burdocktail hadn't a real reason for being here, given that he has no apprentice, yet the smoky-furred feline finds himself slinking over to the clearing. Word on the sparring match had traveled quickly. And Burdocktail, ever the expert when it comes to gossip, had been one of the first to hear about it.

While they aren't keen on fighting, a good spar never hurt anyone. And they aren't so naive as to brush off the importance of keeping one's claws sharp, despite their hesitance to unsheathe their own. Besides, it's free entertainment on a day where the sun moves slowly.

Taking a seat next to Amberhaze, Burdocktail gives a toothy grin to his fellow warrior. They're right on time. Amber eyes flick between Shalestorm and Talonpaw, letting out a low whistle when Talonpaw kicks up dirt in his opponent's direction. Dirty tactic. How befitting of a future ShadowClan warrior. Unaware of Amberhaze's internal struggle, he aims to elbow the other feline and says, "You're teachin' 'em well, mate. He'll be a proper ShadowClan warrior in no time, yeah?"

Sharp ears perked, Burdocktail leans forward, curious to see how Shalestorm will retaliate.

make me feel alive 𑁍ࠬܓ INFO

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  ■■■■■■■ ✶ burdocktail. warrior of shadowclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𖤓 ㅤafab nonbinary, he/they | bisexual, single
  𖤓ㅤ 36 moons old | ages every 1st
  𖤓ㅤ original marsh group member | mentoring none
  𖤓ㅤ lh tortoiseshell smoke/tortoiseshell chimera
  𖤓ㅤ npc xx npc | close with ???
  𖤓ㅤ written by nico, ic opinions | tags‎

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[Bitternpaw]

↞♜↠ Behind his customary mask of placidity, Bitternpaw looks upon his denmate with something that would be envy if not for the deep void of unfeeling that swallows all of his emotions. "He'll be a proper ShadowClan warrior in no time, yeah?" He's standing a few steps away from Burdocktail when the praise comes pouring out. "For certain," he replies automatically, "Unless StarClan calls him to follow the path of a medicine cat, of course. They've made stranger decisions recently." If StarClan could pluck a queen from the nursery to be their new leader, then proud, fierce Talonpaw could join Starlingheart and Marblepaw in the medicine den.

Falling silent once again, Bitternpaw observes Talonpaw's strategy, trying to track the way he moves and feints so he can attempt to copy him later. Bitternpaw finds he's always several paces behind in battle training, unable to keep up with the speed of the fight, maybe if he mimics the older apprentices on his own it'll start to come to him? But wouldn't Shalestorm be a better model, seeing as she's a warrior? He doesn't know who to watch more closely.

‎‎ I WOKE FROM A DREAM ⋅♜⋅ OF SOMEWHERE THAT MADE SENSE ↠ ˎˊ-

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  BITTERNPAW ♜ he/him, apprentice of shadowclan, 7 ☾'s.
  ⭃ a black spotted tabby with green eyes and low white. despite his youth, his face is covered in scars.
  ⭃ padding after none / / mentor: cedartooth (npc)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by solaire ↛ @funeralscythe on discord, feel free to ping for plots.

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[LIVIDSMOKE]

It was always a good opportunity to watch a spar whenever they had time for it which was not special often, rarely giving themself time to relax. But in rare moments like this Lividsmoke would make sure to spare time to watch sparring matched between clanmates since there was always something more to learn, and after thier first battle it was obivious that Lividsmoke had further to go before they had become a perfect fighter. Thirsting for knowledge made it difficult to ever fill satisfied.

Lividsmoke rested upon the cold ground with a rat placed between thier paws, quietly eating through the rat while watching the spar between Shalestorm and Talonpaw, knowing one day they would have an apprentice of thier own to spar with and teach everything they knew. That was expected of a warrior to pass down thier knowledge to the next. Hopefully it would be someone worthy of thier knowledge.




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