Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished!
It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.
DUSKPOOL
Since Rosebelly's death, Duskpool ought to suspect it was time to skim over some defensive moves to at least give the folk a better chance if it came down to a fight. He ain't all good at these types of things, at least, that was what he thought. His gruff words and deadpan rumble ain't one for havin' conversations, but times like these? Duskpool ain't one to ignore the thought of savin' a life if they had somethin' in their skillset to help 'em, even if it was somethin' small. Better than havin' nothin' and goin' in blind.
A rumbled sigh rattled the old man's chest, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground in a lazy arc as he peered at the lot surroundin' him. "Today I'll be teachin' the lot of ya about defensive fightin', whether or not yer confident, consider this a refresher." His molten iris swept across the group of 'em, hard brow raised.
"Now, reckon some of ya are hotheaded buggers and wanna attack first, but that there is yer first mistake if ya aren't ready to deal with the punches that come afterward." His timbre a low, guttural drawl. "Defensive fightin' ain't how quick ya get yer attacker on the ground, but drawin' it out till yer opponent's impatient and tired." His size was an advantage, unlike most folk, usin' it as an intimidation method and bein' able to draw out fights till the other was quiverin' in exhaustion. "Ya gotta be sharp when fightin' defense. Better get good at notin' the small things. Pinpoint their weaknesses, every twitch of muscle, favoritism, anythin' that'll give ya the higher ground."
His heavy limbs shifted, scarred helm tiltin' in Flowercloud's direction. "Why don't ya come help me?" His brow raised in inquiry, timbre neutral, rattlin' like thunder. "Reckon we'll start with the slip n' hook." He mused lowly, shiftin' his frame to create a tail length of distance from Flowercloud. It was a simple enough move, slippin' just under the arc of a blow and just as the opponent overextends? Duskpool would swing his weight usin' his paw to hook into the ribs or jaw, stunnin' the attacker, if only for a moment, givin' the other enough time to shift or deliver another blow.
A rumbled sigh rattled the old man's chest, wooly plumage sweepin' the ground in a lazy arc as he peered at the lot surroundin' him. "Today I'll be teachin' the lot of ya about defensive fightin', whether or not yer confident, consider this a refresher." His molten iris swept across the group of 'em, hard brow raised.
"Now, reckon some of ya are hotheaded buggers and wanna attack first, but that there is yer first mistake if ya aren't ready to deal with the punches that come afterward." His timbre a low, guttural drawl. "Defensive fightin' ain't how quick ya get yer attacker on the ground, but drawin' it out till yer opponent's impatient and tired." His size was an advantage, unlike most folk, usin' it as an intimidation method and bein' able to draw out fights till the other was quiverin' in exhaustion. "Ya gotta be sharp when fightin' defense. Better get good at notin' the small things. Pinpoint their weaknesses, every twitch of muscle, favoritism, anythin' that'll give ya the higher ground."
we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept
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@Hawkstar @Fujimoto and asking @flowercloud to help him demostrate each move! this takes place post-rosebelly death!
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DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
ᯓ★ eighty-two moons; ages on the 1st of every month
ᯓ★ speech thought action
ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted -
