pafp YOUR TEETH ON THE GROUND ♡ TRAINING

[MIRESTAR]

What Mirepurr lacks in brute strength, they make up for with endless empathy — but empathy does not matter on the battlefield. Their disadvantage during those high-stress moments has never been disputed... it is a sore spot they carry with themself at all times, and it's only been thanks to luck that they had seldom needed to depend on only their lacking experience to protect themself.

Fear has settled into their heart nowadays. The uncertainty and the terror of the future had built up a boundless fountain of energy; not even the incessant pacing could quench it.

Only one option is left, as far as they're concerned: they need to brush up their combat.

"Okay." Their nod is not as confident as they'd like it to be. Scalejaw stands in front of them; it's like being brought back in time, to a tough training session. Mirepurr had been lucky to get her as a mentor... strict, yes, but that had been what they needed. With luck, it is she who they need right now. "No need to hold back..." It is more self-assurance than anything.

Mirepurr stalks close to the ground, paws making no noise as they draw half-circles around Scalejaw. Their change of direction comes without warning; an attempt to juke her and lunge at her from a side she had not initially expected.

Please wait for @scalejaw!

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[scalejaw]

★ Mirepurr- one of her first apprentices under the clan's rule. A soft breath left the she-cat as she studied her former apprentice. She only had minor regrets in regards to Mirepurr's training- that her raw battle talent hadn't been able to be passed along seamlessly. So in moments like this, she capitalized on teaching moments, while ensuring Mirepurr could break free of whatever held them back.

Her ear twitched, vision still dry and neutral since Smogstar's disappearance. She would not ask prodding questions- that was better reserved behind den walls, in quiet conversation meant to stimulate Mirepurr's thoughts rather then demand answers. She couldn't ask that here, in front of where the clan may watch them. She stands still as Mirepurr approaches, eyes shifting half lidded. Scalejaw shifts her weight, dropping down slowly into a defensive crouch.

Glowering coals of eyes shift when Mirepurr's body moves suddenly, and she is stepping backwards, letting Mirepurr lunge through the dust she had left. Scalejaw slams back forward, using her shoulder to slam into Mirepurr's side and fling them away again. "Stop thinking about hitting me, and hit me!" She called if her attack was successful, tail snapping back and forth.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MESSES WITH YOUR SANITY ⋅❁⋅ TWISTING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS AROUND ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• SCALEJAW 🌧 she/her, warrior of shadowclan, sixty five moons.
  ★ A SH black/LH blue smoke chimera with glowering orange eyes, tufts of fur that make her look dragon-akin, and scars that she wears with pride. motherly and stern attitude, with a warm streak for clanmates and a cruel streak for enemies.
  ★ mentoring no one
  ★ padding after no one / / mother to bonerattle, nightwhisper, and shadefall
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SALAMANDERSNAP]

Rather than join in, the warrior decides to instead sit and watch the pair spar. It gives her an opportunity to remain lost in thought and have a quiet self reflection, silently grateful that Mirepurr had finally had left their den more than anything else. Hopefully, with any luck, the sparring session would be a good outlet for the up and coming leader to take out their emotions and feelings in a healthy environment. They were all feeling about the same, and she knew that things could still take a sour turn at any moment. Lifting her head up to clear her mind from her clouded thoughts, the woman looks at Scalejaw just as she aims to attack the deputy, waiting to see how her hit would land, or if it would be dodged easily by Mirepurr.

I AM THICK TAR ON THE INSIDE BURNING ☽｡⋆ DO YOU REMEMBER ME

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• SALAMANDERSNAP
  ↪ salamandersnap / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 24 moons / ages realistically on the 19th
  ↪ shadowclan warrior
  ↪ lh black smoke
  ↪ "speech" / thoughts
  ↪ peaceful/healing actions may be powerplayed / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ note: all thoughts/actions are based off ic opinions only !!
  ↪ penned by halimede
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[MIRESTAR]

As expected, Scalejaw is prepared for the attempt of deceit. She is a true ShadowClan warrior, through and through — able to sneak up on you and dispel any stealth-attacks without a second thought. The way she is able to treat battle like some sort of elite dance has always impressed them... and though Mirepurr cannot reasonably receive that sort of ability with just one session, they feel something akin to excitement brimming underneath their fur.

Well-toned and muscular, her body slams into Mirepurr with enough force to shove them backwards. Speed has never been their forte, either, and so they do not even attempt to dodge... it would be a waste of time. They take the displacement in as much stride as possible, and does their best to retaliate.

Further dust is kicked up from the ground that they quarrel over. Mirepurr keeps their body low to the ground and manages to get their limbs under control; avoids slamming into the dirt face-first, thankfully. The position is seldom advantageous, but they make the most of it now — they propel their body forward, attempting to sneak between Scalejaw's front two limbs in hopes of forcing her off-balance with a calculated head shoved into the chest or stomach.
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