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[MAREMANE]

fart

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Dancing behind the discovery of the other Clans, Maremane's call came accompanied with cutting implications. They couldn't hide from the truth for long, though, and she was resolute that Dustystar and Goldenroar would agree, even if she wasn't the best-fitting cat for this type of thing.

The placement of her makeshift fighting ring was situated just atop the hill that WindClan's camp was bitten into. Maremane had done it on purpose. It would draw attention from warriors, and that was exactly what she wanted.

"You've gotta be ready," Maremane said, flicking the fur out of her eyes. "I want y'all to figure out how to defend yourselves well, so that if a predator or somethin' comes across a patrol, you'll all come back in one piece."

When they had been simply barncats and not WindClanners, fighting was only needed for the vicious things in the farmlands. Rarely did it need to be used, but that was because they never needed to stray far, and most cats who happened across them were soon enough part of their community. Maremane's jaw tightened at the memory of display that she had seen from a woodland patrol who didn't recognize them. It was a leader's job to be civil and diplomatic. Their subordinates could not always be trusted to follow in their pawsteps.

"Two of y'all, step into the middle. I want to see how you would react if another cat came at you. Tap out when you need, but remember..." Her eyes darted from cat to cat, shifting against the summer heat. "A fox or coyote doesn't care if you cry uncle."

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

—————————————— Dreaming along in a pace you'll understand. ✦

Merrystalk was curious what Maremane was up to, after having somewhat smoothed everything over from their past, he didn't constantly turn a blind eye to her, so now, atop the hill with some other cats, his curiosity was more than piqued.

This was stirred further by what she had to say, he couldn't fault her for the train of thought. The other clans had proven somewhat hostile, mostly verbal, but that was for now. In the future, it could escalate, and who knows what trouble they could all get into without training a little in combat. Merry didn't really like the idea of clawing at friends or foes alike. Yes, he had gotten into many fights in his youth, but now he would rather try to maintain some semblance of peace. However, he would be remiss and even ignorant if he tried to avoid the idea that a fight with another clan wasn't impossible.

It was why, when Maremane requested two cats to step in the middle that Merry didn't hesitate to volunteer. He was a gale guard too, and it seemed a fair idea to try pairing up with a warrior in the clan to see how they fared in a fight, too. Though it wasn't as if he was the most skilled nor the biggest, or the strongest cat, a little practice wouldn't hurt him.

"Let's keep these fair 'nd honest spars, no need to get heated." He hummed, spitting out his stalk of rye to avoid any choking hazards. He hadn't stopped to look around the group, so he didn't quite know what or who to expect to step forward and join him in the ring. "Though ya' got full permission to swat at me if I take it too far, Mare." Merry chuckled lightly. It wasn't just a spar but he wanted to prove he could keep his cool in a heightened situation, even if it was a controlled fight meant to be training and practice rather than anything else.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

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  Merrystalk
  ✦—Windclan Gale Guard | 28 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A skinny, tortoiseshell cat with bright green eyes and pelt speckled with hay.
  #9D6E46

 

[nutmegpurr ♡ nutmegpurr ♡]

Her gathering amongst the others was born from sheer curiosity rather than a necessity to learn. She knew how to fight, had protected cats again and again. Had sparred with her... brother (she feels her mouth dry at the very thought of him, of her past) many of times. Maremane wants them to learn to defend themselves, and at first shes content to just sit here and watch rather than be a demonstrator.

Though, Maremane speaks next, and her words ring in her head for a few heartbeats. Two of y'all, step into the middle. I want to see how you would react if another cat came at you. She sucks in a breath, a curled ear flicking... A selfish thought, but what better of a cat to fight against than her? She steps forwards, out of the parting crowd, and towards the middle. Merrystalk does the same, she catches his coat from the corner of her eye. If she was any less in control of her emotions, there'd be a smug grin on her maw. For now, her expression is as blank as it has been the past moon. "I won't go easy." her tone is flat as she addresses her spar 'partner', tearing her gaze away to settle upon Maremane, waiting for the go ahead.

HALF OF ME IS HALF OF YOU ♡ I'LL HAVE TO CUT MYSELF IN TWO

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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan, 25 moons )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"