Private Territory ShadowClan Sit down for the show, 'cause I'm gonna show you how it's done ❄️ "Sparring"

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

{$title} Following the gathering (Nebulously around July 18th), Stoatpaw finally confronts Snakepaw and challenges him to a spar.

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Her paws had grown restless in these last few days since the gathering. Snakepaw's words are impossible to forget from that day.

Delicate.

She had spent moons and moons in a desperate state to make her clanmates see her as strong, a good warrior. And that stray had insulted every moment she had worked towards where she was.

The day was still too high; she had planned to drag him out of his nest in the night for their spar, but the coward would probably freak out and wake everyone up. So, as she strolled the camp, her eyes fixed on the other.

A low rumble in the back of her throat as she strode towards the tortie, to anyone else, they were just passing apprentices. But Stoatpaw stepped half in front of the other, using her shoulder to stop Snake in his path. "Outside of camp at moonhigh." Shooting him a side eye with a quiet voice. "You know what will happen if you tell anyone."

She paused for a moment longer, huffing before shooting him a smile, striding off as she greeted some other warrior passing by.

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Her tail thumped against the ground impatiently. It was already moonhigh by the time she waited at the location many of them had sparred at before. She had been out here for hours already, reassuring Sablestar she would bring plenty of freshkill back, and in the time it took for Snakepaw to show up, she had managed to make a decent dent in what she expected to bring back; she would hunt more afterwards, regardless of the outcome.

Stoatpaw's gaze dragged up, meeting the eyes of the tortie. "Took you long enough."

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Tagging @Snakepaw to get your ASS KICKED !
  Also @Tickpaw @FLEAFIRE to watch!!!!
• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
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  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Snakepaw]

The tortie nodded at Stoatpaw, as she passed by. Fine, if he had to fight her to spare her feelings somehow, so be it. Or rather, to spare a mauling from her two inseparable henchcats, who couldn't leave a perceived slight alone. Even if they were not involved in the name-calling. He would be there at moonhigh. And he wouldn't be the one losing, not this time.

Still, he felt…bad for her. He couldn't help but put himself in her paws. If someone called him delicate, he would do the same, really. However, he would not be as level-headed as Stoat to wait for a few days before attacking the other cat. No, he would have done it right then and there. So now he did what he thought he should do.

It took him longer than he wanted. He spent almost the whole day with that. First picking up the flowers, those off-white flowers Stoat was always adorning her pelt with. They were harder to find than he expected. He could find only four of them. Then he even took the time to attempt weaving them together in something somewhat shaped like a flower crown. It didn't look very good. Actually, it looked very shoddy, very ugly. It barely looked like a flower crown at all. He wasn't sure if Stoat would be able to tell what it was supposed to be. But he figured out it was the thought that counted more than anything else.

When he arrived at their meeting point, Snakepaw sighed softly at Stoatpaw's remark. He dropped the flowers at her paws, as if saying 'for you'. He didn't elaborate on that, instead he barely acknowledged that he had brought flowers to her at all.

"Sorry, got sidetracked…" He shrugged, stretching his neck and paws slightly, as if preparing to start the fight. "How is this going to work, anyway?"

_____________IT’S BEEN KINDA COLD ☆ FEELING ALL ALONE _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC:
  
  Art by Pheo!
  

• 

• SNAKEPAW he/him, shadowclanner, 12 moons.
  ☆ A lanky blue diluted tortie with green eyes. Stands of average, almost tall for his age, height.
  ☆ Mentored by Loudclaw (NPC)
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = mediumpurple
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

While Stoatpaw didn't want to come off mean, it was hard not to make a face at the... Alleged flower crown Snakepaw brought her. "Thaaanks..." She muttered dryly, stepping over the withered-looking thing, meeting Snakepaw's gaze.

"This is how it's gonna go, sheathed claws. Any sign of this will get us in more trouble than you know." Her eyes narrowed, calculated. While friendly sparring was encouraged for training apprentices, she knew better than to upset Sablestar or Cicadabuzz more than they already seemed with a mess of a fight. "We spar until one of us taps out. Simple and straight to the point, unless you have any arguments or stipulations you want to add."

The night was cool, even for Greenleaf. She walked around and past Snakepaw, ignoring the pitiful flower crown in her wake, standing looking out to the pocosin for a moment. The area seemed clear, the sight of fireflies dancing in the distance like stars amongst the living. A small smile tugged at her lips before she shook her head, turning back to Snakepaw with a steady breath. "Well then?"

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Battle stats
  Strengths: Dodging, Fighting in low visibility, extended sprints
  Weaknesses: Hearing, climbing, low defences, low stealth
  
  HP: 70/70
  Attack: Rolls a 1d20 + 1d6 (Night advantage)
  Defence: Roll 1d6 for advantage if a direct hit (See evasiveness)
  Evasiveness: Need to roll 14< on a d20 to roll with advantage
• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1/#50BBF0
  
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Snakepaw]

Snakepaw sighed at Stoatpaw's reaction. Was she still mad at him? Or were the flowers so ugly it didn't deserve a better reaction? In any way, such a reaction tugged at his heart, in such a way that he hated it. Why did he care so much? The flowers were picked and then weaved in the world's shoddiest flower crown only to appease her, right? He took all this care and attention for that, but not like he cared about what she thought about him or his flower, right? So why did he care so much?!

He shook his head, his head felt too full. Then he listened attentively to what the lilac apprentice was delineating as the rules of their spar. It sounded good to him. Whatever. He didn't want to get in trouble with Sablestar or, worse, Cicadabuzz, anyway. So no claws, no bites, at least not ones that would leave a mark. It was fine by him.

"Sounds good," he decided, after a small pause. He took a step forward, making sure to step on the flowers he carefully picked. She wasn't going to appreciate them anyway. So why should he care?

"Let's start." He didn't wait for a confirmation or anything else from Stoatpaw, running towards her with all his strength and speed. He dropped his head a bit, pointing the top of his head in Stoat's direction. He tried to hit her in her ribs. He only felt the impact against her, and he almost fell down with it, but managed to stop right in time.

He shook his head a bit, feeling dizzy, but it dissipated soon enough. He looked around, trying to locate Stoatpaw's next move.

_____________IT’S BEEN KINDA COLD ☆ FEELING ALL ALONE _________________

• "speech"
  thoughts
  
  ☆ OOC:
  
  SNAKEPAW ATTACKED STOATPAW, TAKING 17 HP
  
  HP: 80/80
  Attack: Rolls a 1d20 to see if it hits, if yes a 1d20 for how much HP it takes (first hit attack goes with a +2)
  Defence: Roll a 1d3 to take from hits against him
  Evasiveness: Anything above 4 in a 1d20 is an insta hit against him
  
  
  Art by Pheo!
  

• 

• SNAKEPAW he/him, shadowclanner, 12 moons.
  ☆ A lanky blue diluted tortie with green eyes. Stands of average, almost tall for his age, height.
  ☆ Mentored by Loudclaw (NPC)
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = mediumpurple
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

——————————————— Together, we'll make our way home ✦

Stoatpaw had to scoff as Snakepaw trampled his own work, clearly not a good will offering if he acted like that. Her assumption that it is a bid to be let off easy is evident in her mind. Her tail flicked as he spoke something mumbled, clearly not important enough if he couldn't speak clearly for her to see, frankly, she was already getting irritated by his actions, stubborn and callous and foolish.

This was only exemplified by the tortie charging ahead; she steadied herself, expecting a launch attack, but he instead slammed into her side, hard. But unlike her last spar, she had the sense not to relax or cease tensing her muscles, while the hit made her wince, it did nothing to her balance as she dug her claws into the dirt.

"Well, if that's how you're going to be, then..." She huffed, looking down at Snakepaw with narrowed eyes. He was directly at her side, disoriented by using his head quite literally to attack her. Using it as an opportunity, Stoatpaw turned and latched her jaws about the other's scruff, using the full force of her weight into her paws as she slammed the tortie into the ground.

A smile appeared on her face, looking down at him. "Is that really all you have?" Stoatpaw tilted her head with a scoff, pushing her paws harder against Snakepaw's side. She didn't know if he had clocked it, but she was playing dirty, no better to have a fight in the middle of the night when she was trained exclusively at night. If he wanted to think she was so weak, he would show him what she was like at her strongest.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

• Battle stats
  Strengths: Dodging, Fighting in low visibility, extended sprints
  Weaknesses: Hearing, climbing, low defences, low stealth
  
  HP: 53/70
  
  Rolled d20, needs a 4 to hit -> 12
  Rolled d20+d6 for damage -> 14,6 = 20 damage recieved by Snakepaw
• 
  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
  ✦—A slender white cat with faint lilac markings and blue eyes.
  #96d5f1/#50BBF0
  
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​