Backwritten FIGHT LITTLE WOLF [ group training ]

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(🜲) days ago, rufouspaw had complained out loud his desire to be more active in battle training, and hazelheart has not stopped thinking of it since. with tensions rising at the borders, even though all had agreed to gather, the storm guard sees little reason not to permit a large training session, especially as the group of apprentices going seem quite keen on it. she'd told rufouspaw to gather a group, and now she pads towards the sandy hollow, flicking her tail and chatting idly with the warriors who accompany her. the 'paws gallop ahead, chattering amongst themselves as the large clearing comes into view. hazelheart halts at its middle, lashing her tail for silence amongst the group.

"today, we will be honing our fighting skills," she begins, eyeing each eager apprentice with a warm golden gaze. "myself, mousefoot, and ashmoon, will demonstrate some moves, and then you will split off to practice them. at the end of the day, we will have a three-versus-three mock battle. winners get first pick of the prey pile tomorrow morning." it's incentive enough - even though thunderclan do not have rules about meal order, apprentices tend to eat last due to their busy schedules. "right, are we ready?" awaiting their nods, the tabby storm guard centers herself, breathing deep before locking eyes with ashmoon. the other catl flashes her a small grin before dropping into a fighting stance. the two face off, hackles raised, before ashmoon darts in, head low, aiming to ram hazelheart off of her paws. the she-cat dodges, sending her opponent spiraling behind her. she spins, taking advantage of his confusion to land a couple blows across his neck, before hooking her paws around him and pummeling him to the ground. he kicks up, automatically protecting his stomach with his hind legs to throw her off. hazelheart allows him to do so, pulling away so they can circle once again. ashmoon lunges one more time, leaping up into the air to land across hazelheart's back. he is successful, as the she-cat does not roll until heartbeats before he lands, and so the two lock in a tussle, paws flying. finally, the storm guard pushes the warrior from her and leaps up, tail in the air. "hold!" she calls, and ashmoon, panting, backs off, smoothing his tongue across his fur as he joins mousefoot at the edge of the clearing.

hazelheart shakes her fur, nodding to the warrior before her gaze returns to the apprentices. "alright. what did you notice about our fight. there are no wrong answers," golden eyes sweep the group, expectant as she catches her breath.


  • // takes place two days pre-gathering, apologies for the lateness of this! @RUFOUSPAW @Coyotepaw @Cardinalpaw @Snapdragonpaw @saltpaw @FLICKERPAW + npc warriors and @Ashmoon (power play perms given) " #b8a300"
  • HAZEL 🜲 SHE / HER, WARRIOR OF THUNDERCLAN. 54 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
    a stocky, medium-haired brown tabby with hazel eyes. this is a large cat with a rippling musculature. hazel's frame is wide and tall, shoulders broad, muzzle and eyes heavy in her skull. chestnut and chocolate fur swirl across her pelt, sliced through with tabby stripes of shadow. her eyes invoke images of a sweet summer's day, honey and brown mingling into a soft amber gold
 
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don't threaten me with a good time
Coyotepaw doesn't seem very eager for training today, though that's not an unusual sight for. It's just his usual "I don't care" attitude. Though he actually doesn't mind this training much. To say he's looking forward to it would be exaggerated, but fighting always gets his blood pumping, even if it's just a mock battle like today. They're walking ahead with the other apprentices, occasionally chiming in on their chatter. She settles down at the edge of the group, flexing their claws in anticipation of the excitement. Now, the excitement is incentive enough for them, but getting first pick of prey would be nice too. If they're actually going to win is another thing, but she sure is going to act like she will.

She doesn't exactly pay attention to Hazelheart and Ashmoon as they fight. It's just not that interesting. Sure it might be a good idea to be attentive, but she'll manage. Instead his thoughts wander to what he's going to do later. They could practice climbing a bit. They haven't done something like that yet, but they're sure it'll get his blood pumping too. Lately they've realised they like that, things that get her blood pumping and her heart racing. Others would call these things dangerous and nerve wracking, he thinks they're exciting. He wouldn't say exactly say she enjoys it, but it lets him feel something and she likes that. They don't know what, but something has changed in the last couple moons. It's become more and more difficult for him to feel something. Sure, some things he doesn't mind not feeling, but other than that they actually want to feel something again. They snap out of their thoughts when Hazelheart addresses the apprentices again. She scoffs at the thought of where being no wrong answers. If she learned anything pretty much all questions have a wrong answer.
  • ooc
    —— xxx

  • base credit​
    now I'm
    drownin',
    I'm
    sinkin'
    it's good to
    feel
    somethin' and I, I wanna
    fly
    I wanna
    burn,
    I wanna
    die
    for cheap
    thrills
    that
    kill
    and tell me I'm
    alive
    ​
  • Coyotepaw she/he/they
    ♡ a small cat with fur coloured in different shades of gold, a grey gray back and an emerald green eye as well as a missing eye and a scar on her nose
    ♡ apprentice of Thunderclan
    ♡ 9 moons; ages on the 5th of every month
    ♡ speech thought physical interaction attack
    ♡ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed

    penned by Nightfox​
 


Cardinal was almost vibrating out of her pelt with the prospect of fighting someone. And even better: learning new fighting techniques. Survival would only come to the strongest of them. So when Hazelheart started the demonstration, Cardinalpaw made mental notes of everything she noticed.

The fight was too quick for Cardinal's liking. Soon enough it was over and Hazelheart was asking about what they had noticed.

"Ashmoon protected her belly when you were attacking her. It is a dangerous spot to be hit," she said without much thought. She wasn't up to sharing all her thoughts, not even close to it.

She had to be the strongest of them, and it didn't make that much sense to share all her knowledge with them. Maybe to Snapdragon, it had Cardinal's back more than once, after all. But to others? They were, at best, a liability. And they were not about to help them out without gaining something in exchange.


  • "speech"
    thoughts

    ☆ OOC:

  • CARDINALPAW she/it, thunderclanner, 10 moons.
    ☆ A strong rosette tabby with low white and green eyes.
    ☆ Mentored by Gingerflame
    ☆ No family
    ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ☆ Color = crimson
    ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 

RUFOUSPAW
Welcome to the celebration, baby!
They'd all been biding their time in Serpentberry's den, waiting for the day they'd be allowed to see the sun again... or so Rufouspaw was told. Truthfully, it was hard to imagine his friends somehow conjuring that much patience for ThunderClan, but he had no reason to not believe them: the lack of new scars on his (and the other cats') pelt told him as much. Had their efforts paid off? The greenleaf heat was trapped beneath his darker fur, his leg—the injured one—thrummed with every step he took, the sky was a tad too bright for his eyes that morning... there were many, many things he could've complained about then.

That day, boredom would not be one of them.

"So..."
Rufouspaw spoke up as he paced in front of the "Storm Guard" (still a nonsensical concept to him, since when did storms need protecting?). Whatever it meant, it didn't matter, because she'd sent him off to gather cats for battle training—finally!—and it took him a while, but there they were, heading off to do something useful. With other apprentices, at that!
"Have y'ever seen a fox? Fought one?"
He didn't wait for them to answer.
"I have! And it gave me—"
he flicked his tattered ears to draw attention to them
"—these while I pinned it down. But I bled it dry, so we're even now, hah!"
He did, indeed, encounter the creature, but his audience didn't need to know their... captor whisked him away before he could deal lasting damage. If repeated it enough, he'd believe it true. It would be true!
"I hope I can do it again so I can keep its pelt in my nest."


— It wasn't long before a voice called from the back of his head:
'Or wear it. I'd love to wear it!'

—
'In this weather? Fuck, no!'
Rufouspaw said (thought...? the line was blurry),
'Hi, by the way.'

—
'Right, good... morning?'
Eaglepaw meowed tentatively.
'Where are we going, anyway?'

—
'Battle training! In the woods.'

— Her reaction was, as (almost) always, nonchalant.
'Oh, nice.'
He did think he could sense—despite not seeing her—a smile on her face, however. Something about a funny, fleeting feeling on his own muzzle. Did that mean she was invested?

'I call dibs on any claws you manage to rip out. Just letting you know.'


Rufouspaw took that as a yes. It was then that the pair registered the change in scenery: Hazelheart stopped at a clearing where grass didn't grow with a lash of her tail. He would've asked why, but the older molly spoke before he could open his mouth. The promise of honing his skills was already enough incentive for him, but eating first didn't sound too bad... still, even while they watched the warriors spar, his thoughts drifted towards the other 'paws—the competition. They all already bore scars, like him, but were they truly a match against him? Did he have mere obstacles here, or equals?
'Only one way to find out,'
he supposed.

"Alright. What did you notice about our fight. There are no wrong answers."


Rufouspaw hummed for a moment.
"You're both big. Heavy and heavy-hitting. That changes things."
He paused briefly as Eaglepaw pointed out an important detail to him:
"...But you didn't use your claws. Why?"


  • OOC: go my scarab (ft headmate jumpscare)
  • KEY:
    "speech"

    'thoughts'
    'owlpaw'
    'eaglepaw'
    'vulturepaw'

    attempted action
    "other character's speech"


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    Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
    9 moons, ages every 6th.
    Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
    Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
    Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
    Mentored by Owlbark
 
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