Open mare pits her clanmates against eachother asmr

[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.
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[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"

 

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar watches the oncoming spar with a critical eye. It's true that they all need combat training - living as mousers didn't often give them a chance to hone their fighting claws. Now, as Windclan, foxes and coyotes weren't the only opponents they had to worry about. Experience with cat-on-cat battles would do everyone good.

indentStill, she can't help but feel anxious. She wouldn't put it against Merrystalk and Nutmegpurr to be showing off a bit for their clanmates. What if they take it too far? Dustystar trusts her gale gaurd, of course, but there's a knotting in her stomach anyways.

indentWith huff, and a flick of her ear, Dustystar pushes the thought away. Sooner or later, cats will have to spar with eachother. If anything goes wrong, Dustystar and her council are more than equipped to handle it.

indentStill, a reminder to be cautious won't hurt. "Don't go tearing eachother open too bad." She warns.
"If Gladebloom has to waste herbs on you, it'll be your chore to refill her stocks."

Dustystar - 26 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

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

Merrystalk let out a hum of mild surprise, seeing Nutmegpurr wander into the ring. She was the solitary type; he hadn't even realised she was there until she pushed past her fellow clanmates. He had to smile, though, a promise to not go easy on him felt like a worthy challenge for a good spar. It wasn't as if he would go easy on her either. Though her expression was unreadable, flat as it had been for a while, he knew very well why, but it wasn't his place to pry. She could at least use the spar as a good outlet for everything that had gone on as of late, just as he would be using it as a practice in maintaining his composure.

He had to smile at Dustystar, though, of course, she would be there to watch on, an extra layer of insurance if anyone took a spar too far. But he trusted Nutmeg enough not to take a fight too far, and he had given Maremane more than enough permission to stop him herself. Something she would gladly do for all the strife she had dealt with from him, frankly, being a fool for moons. But he nodded towards Dusty, reassuringly. "Aye don't ya' worry, I'll tap out long 'fore that. 'nd I know better than to be wastin' herbs, Meadow alone would have my pelt fer that." He chuckled weakly. Maybe a check in again on Meadow might be wise, it had been a while since their... Argument, after all.

Clearing his throat, trying not to get distracted, he turned back to Nutmeg with a nod. "Let's have a good spar then, aye friend?" The tom crouched down with a grin, keeping his claws firmly sheathed, lunging forward and knocking Nutmegpurr to the ground. While he didn't want to go easy on her, part of him didn't want to strike too hard first, so instead giving her a disadvantage in being dragged to the ground to see how she would react felt like a middle ground he could work with. He wouldn't goad her, that would end up a slippery slope of him getting far too worked up for a friendly spar - and likely earn him a glare or two from the rest of his clanmates.

— And it's harder than you think,

Telling dreams from one another. —

• HP: 100/100
  * Rolls a d20 for damage
  * Average fighter
  
  Rolled a d20 -> 10
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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.
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[GOLDENROAR]

What Maremane stands truthful. It's a souring thing to think about. Having gone from mousing and simply keeping their bellies full to running a clan- that was partially harrowing. Goldenroar looked over from where he had just returned with a hare in his jaws and pads over after depositing it on the freshkill pile. As if he could sense her antsy-ness, his shoulder presses to Dustystar's. "It'll be more then just his chore. That's his new patrol circle for the moon." He threatens in a light tone.

A critical eye shifts and studies his brother's movements as him and Nutmegpurr begin to face off. He slowly settles next to his leader, ears forward and body language observant. "You can breathe, you know." He teases Dustystar lightly, despite not really looking at her. His tail twitches behind him as his brother starts, leaping at Nutmegpurr. "I seriously doubt it'll become serious. He knows better then that." Goldenroar murmurs softly to her, head gently tilted towards Maremane in the process.

Really, he'd like to get in that circle with his brother himself, but he doesn't know if that's wise. Not right after a different spar that would get him tired- though, maybe that was a good idea. His brother's flaws would be easiest to pick out in a situation like that. Goldenroar's head tilted, aqua eyes peering away for a brief second as he considered that.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty nine moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by dallas (yours truly!)