PAFP Territory RiverClan little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good 𓆟. ° .• — SPARRING

[Adderfang]

The lanky tom stood in a secluded corner of the grotto, shuffling through the dirt, each strike of his paws against the base ground sent up small clouds of dust. His muscles rippled beneath his tattered pelt as he practiced alone.

As he paused to catch his breath, his eyes caught a flash of movement nearby. Turning his head, he spotted a familiar curled pelt. He wasn't surprised to find someone else there, plenty seemed to take their training seriously, much to his relief. "Hey Pigeonpearl!" He called out before striding towards her.

"Care to spar? I would rather practice alone." As much as he enjoyed the peace, sparring alone was not something he liked to do often—it enforced bad habits, even for an experienced fighter. Better to practice against a real opponent who could offer real punishment for his mistakes.

Besides, Pigeonpearl had vouched to her experience. He was eager to see where her skill measured up. He gestured to the open clearing with a flick of his tail, inviting her into the space.

@PIGEONPEARL

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​