Open LEAF-BARE MASS BATTLE TRAINING

[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 62 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Tagging SKYCLAN

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Flowercloud may have been picked as her successor, but there was one aspect of her position that Hawkstar was loathe to let go of so quickly. Yes, the oversight of apprentice training was supposed to fall on the shoulders of SkyClan's deputy, but oh why should Flowercloud get all the fun while she was required to appoint daylighter Sun Guards and sit pretty as a figurehead of some great empire, rebuilding instead of thriving. She had ticked off the boxes of all other things, scattering her duties neatly elsewhere to free up her day. This would require all of her attention... because she wanted it to.

"SkyClan, to me." but today, it is not lazy or aloof, it is with excitement... and perhaps a little mischief.. that she calls them to her. Electric blue whizzes from cat to cat, assessing each of them in turn as they appeared, pulled to her by duty and whim. A fine lot, despite their unpolished edges and unfortunate previous allegiances (she did not look towards Maiseyleg, and pointedly did not glare at her. no, this was a time for good feelings.) Nothing about a training day could throw Hawkstar off her game.

"I think far too many of our apprentices are lacking a bit in their fighting prowess. How many of you believe you know how to fight another full-grown cat... and win? Any takers?" she watches, a flat face and monotone masking the wicked grin that painted the inside of her cheeks. "Would any of you... want to prove it?"

"Today's training is a competition. Each of you little apprentices will choose one warrior to 'take down'. Mentors, please stand by to tally. Every touch -" the pointed leader reaches out to her right-hand, bapping @flowercloud on the paw lightly as if to demonstrate, "- is one point. A creative move is five points, and if you can get your opponent on their back or side, ten. The apprentice with the most points is allowed one free day out from patrols... and they'll get first pick of the freshkill behind kits and caregivers."

Hawkstar tipped her to one side as the murmurs and glimmers of feeling rippled through the gathered, tension winding up like a spring between her own ears - "Well... what are you waiting for? Go."

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[Ponywhistle]

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indentPonywhistle stands at the sidelines, shuffling her weight from paw to paw. This game sounded like so much fun! Not to mention a day free of patrols, and any prey she wanted from the pile! If only Hawkstar had done this before she had become a warrior. It was gonna be sad to watch her friends have a good time without her, but she could still watch, and cheer them on. She'd spent plenty of apprenticeship sitting on the sidelines, keeping Asphodelpaw company, so this would be no different. 'Besides, I'd probably just get myself hurt or something! It's best I don't join in'

indent"Good luck everyone! I'm rooting for you!" Ponywhistle mews brightly, tail waving behind her like a pennant.

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Ponywhistle | 12 moons | Warrior of Skyclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhababa

 

[[M|O|M|O]]

Hawkstar was not someone the point had had the pleasure of meeting - not in any personal capacity, at least. He'd learned to keep his head down around any authority, reasonable or otherwise, yet, there was a smothering feeling of isolation that day as he stood between mentor and apprentice. He stood tall, taller than even a lot of the warriors, yet his claws were hopelessly untrained in the art of combat, no amount of smiles and sycophancy could hide such inexperience when it came to training the clan's youngest. With a twitching tail, Momo watched as apprentices began to suss out who best to fight, his pale blue eyes sheepishly looking away as some of the cleverer ones began to eye him as a potential target. They were wolves smelling blood on the wind, perfectly cruel and vicious and practical, equal parts disgust and envy caused him to wrinkle his nose and pretend he was no part of the game.

At least, until he reminded himself that this was what he signed up for, that he had chosen to live among wildcats instead of fighting for what scrap of land he'd accrued in his moon of discovery away from home. They took a deep breath, disliking the pounding upon their skull as they looked towards Hawkstar. "Um... what about me?" The collar around their neck felt no tighter than a vice-grip, for all his pride in the accessory, at that moment, he felt as if it separated him from his clanmates. "What am I? Am I an apprentice, or a warrior? Or... something else?" His eyes blinked innocently, a testament of how much he'd had to learn by himself until now.


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[Teaselpaw]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Teaselpaw's paws shifted nervously in the dirt, their gaze glued to the ground. They could feel their heart hammering in their chest, their breaths uneven as they tried to quell the knot of anxiety twisting in their belly. A fighter? No, that wasn't who they were. That hawk encounter had proven it. They hadn't struck it down, hadn't protected the Clan like they should have. Instead, they'd stumbled, earning not victory but a scar above their brow, a permanent reminder of their failure.

Their tail twitched nervously as Hawkstar finished speaking. Encouraging murmurs rippled through the gathered cats, but they didn't feel like they were for Teaselpaw. Even Ponywhistle's cheerful words of support sounded far away, muffled by the swirling storm of doubt in their mind. And then there was Momo. Teaselpaw's ears perked slightly, catching the former kittypet's voice as he asked about his place in the Clan. It was a good question, one that distracted them for a fleeting moment. What did Momo think of himself? Could a former kittypet truly see himself as a fighter, or was he struggling just as much as Teaselpaw was?

But the distraction didn't last. Teaselpaw's focus snapped back to the present as their leader called forth the apprentices to go and prove themselves. The expectation in Hawkstar's eyes was undeniable. Their paws felt rooted to the ground, heavy as stone, as they stared at the circle of cats around them. The thought of sparring... Of clashing claws, hissing, fighting like a real warrior... He couldn't help it, it sent a jolt of fear through them. They didn't want to fight, not even play fight their own clan mates... But they hadn't the choice.

Slowly, hesitantly, they inched forward, their ears pinned flat against their skull. They glanced around, their gaze darting nervously between their Clanmates. Who would they face? Who would be their opponent?

They didn't know what was worse, the thought of losing in front of everyone or the thought of fighting at all.

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[cometglow]

Popping out of the warrior's den at Hawkstar's call, Cometglow listened with a hint of amusement on his features. Apprentice training... Interesting. I wonder who the apprentices will be trying to go after? An easier opponent, or will they try to take down more experienced warriors to show off? Not that he was a particularly skilled warrior, but he figured some younger cats might be a little intimidated by his size (even if a lot of it was just his tail fluff).

He stood up beside a few other warriors, watching a few apprentices gather around as well. Teaselpaw, he knew that face, watching the torbie apprentice's nervous glances at a few of the gathered warriors. And of course, Momo - he wasn't even sure if he'd ever seen the pointed cat fight, but he'd be interesting to see what he was capable of in whatever category Hawkstar decided he fit into. Maybe he'd be put with the apprentices, having been a kittypet before... but maybe not. Who knew? All he knew was that he would sit here and wait to see if any apprentices decided he'd be a good test opponent.

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[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 62 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Tagging MOMO

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Hawkstar's icy gaze turns to Momo with a snap. An interloper, allowed in by the bleeding heart of her deputy and given some semblance of community in the growing empire she presided over. "What do you think you are, newbie?" Hawkstar's darkened crown tips towards him, her scarred muzzle twisting into ... a grin ? No, more of a smirk than anything.

The leader places herself a pace in front of him, all sinew and muscle beneath her short coat, all seemingly unfazed by the nervous glances sparking off the rest of her clan. If this little kitty-cat wanted to be part of SkyClan, he needed to prove his worth just like any of the other daylight warriors she had the unfortunate duty to lead. If he managed to even graze her, maybe she'd allow him to keep the collar even ... despite her overwhelming urge to snap it off his neck as soon as he got a whisker closer.

"Show me what you've got and maybe I'll let you sleep in a real nest tonight." her eye flicks from the boy's pointed face down to his collar (bedazzled, ugly thing that it was) and back again. She almost snorts in derision at the very sight of it. "You can even go first, daylighter."