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​

 

[PIGEONPEARL PIGEONPEARL]

Pigeonpearl visits the grotto to sharpen her claws, unwilling to let herself get soft whilst they relish their peacetime. What she doesn't expect to see is Adderfang here too, presumably for the same thing. She levels him with a look that almost conveys respect with he calls out to her, but he approaches and her expression quickly morphs in to something quizzical.

Care to spar? I would rather practice alone. Hmm..

Her short form would have an advantage with someone so much taller than she, but it also has its disadvantages... She may have speed on him. He probably has strength on her (as much as she loathes to think of it, it was only nature that cats taller than her were stronger in a physical sense). She sizes him up with a narrowed look, but shes never backed down from a fight before even if the odds were fully against her... "Sure. But don't be sad when you lose." she agrees simply, stepping forwards when he invites her too, her tone cool. She squares up, rolls her shoulders back with confidence, and rushes forth to meet him head on, muscles bunched up and ready to dart away if need be.

STOP BEING SO SCARED ♡ YOU KNOW I GOT BAIL MONEY!

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  PIGEONPEARL ♡
  
  ( life guard of riverclan, 22 moons )​
  ❥ a short chocolate tortie with curled ears & a curly "mane"
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
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