PAFP Camp TEMPERATURE'S RISING = [ spar ]

[THUNDERFLASH]

A breath leaves him. The longer he sits here the more he wishes that he had something to do. They're inbetween patrols, someone had bid him to stay in camp for once. He just gets too antsy, sitting around. He'll defeather birds for the kits, or put together nests, and still got nagged about being up and around. So he's sitting on his butt for a long minute, a frown pressed on his face, clearly to display his displeasure with being forced to rest. To relax, even. No, this wouldn't stand, and it wouldn't.

Thunderflash is pushing to his feet before his brain is catching up, body moving to stand in front of a cat that he's known but not really spent a lot of time around. Well, to his knowledge, he hasn't spent time with them. Everything just before the injury he got during the battle was a bit hazy, and the past moon as been a blur. To his knowledge, they've been on seperate patrols time and time again, but he knew that Owlbark was a fair cat to single out to try and spar with.

And that's how it starts, a tiny tilt of his head, a grin spreading over his lips. "Want t' spar?" He asks, head jerking towards the sun-dipped opening of the ravine. Baby blues flicked across camp, up the ravine walls, past the medicine den. No, no need to worry about it. Thunderflash looks back towards Owlbark, and when the other tom accepts, moves towards the indicated area. "Firs' blow is yers. Don' hold back, aye?" He beseeches the older, shifting into a defense stance.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[OWLBARK]

His days are simple, something he can not deny has been welcome. Instead of roaming the day for food and making sure no one was trying to kill him, he only now had to roam for food. As long as he could add to the pile, and no ShadowClanners stepped over his border, everyone was pleased with the work he did. He was still not a conversationalist by any means, but he had stopped turning people away when they wanted to talk at him.

Owlbark had sat stone-faced as Thunderflash, a tom he had not engaged with much, moseyed in front of him and drawled a request for a spar. He had been expecting the usual request for another body to patrol with, or help weaving a new nest. Sparring was something that actual excited him. His heart beat faster in his chest at the thought of using his muscles again for something other than pouncing on scrawny mice. He nodded at the offer and followed Thunderflash to the are he had nodded his head to. He held himself back from trotting there, keeping pace with his companion.

"Of course," he said, body crouching low. The tom leaped forward, claws sheathed, and aimed to slam his body into Thunderflash's. Something deep in his thigh muscle twinged, and instead the warrior simply stumbled into Thunderflash. At best, his weight would knock him over, at worst, he would leave himself open for a blow.

i turned 'round and there you go *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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  ☾ OWLBARK
  ☾ THUNDERCLAN WARRIOR
  ☾ 51 moons, ages every 1st of the month
  ☾ open to peaceful interactions
  ☾ "SPEECH"
  ☾ penned by muddly

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[Magnoliapeak]

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Magnoliapeak is still sore from the battle. It's a feeling that has settled heavily into her muscles, and though it's more of a dull ache than a sharp pain it still makes her feel far too stiff to engage in fruitless activities. Like sparring. She finds more use for what little energy she has to be spent hunting or training her fellow clanmates. Bracken and Hazelheart, she thinks, did enough of a good job teaching her to fight on their own. Still, the warrior feels compelled to watch if not just to judge either of the tomcats. Thunderflash is mirthful and personable, and Owlbark is... annoying.

Magnoliapeak scoffs aloud as Owlbark takes a stance and then pounces towards Thunderflash just to stumble into him instead. She is almost certain that the move has wounded his ego, and Thunderflash is sure to deliver a punishing counter. This should be good.

"SPEECH HERE"

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes. here too.

 

[BRIGHTPETAL]

Fighting was... ok. He could recognise the necessity of it but not the enjoyment and with the flesh on his belly still sore from the last battle, Brightpetal was reminded of just how dangerous it could be. He'd played at it until now, avoided biting and scratching beyond what was absolutely necessary, but a part of him was curious to know more than just the basics. On the surface, a scrap between Thunderflash and Owlbark promised something exciting and educational, a chance for him to learn from the greats and implement their strategies the next time he found himself face-to-face with a ShadowClan.

In execution? It didn't necessarily live up to the hype.

Claws clenched against the snowmelt as the battle commenced, eyes wide, smile pointed like a pike's. Owlbark went first, delivering the ultimate opening strike of slowly falling into Thunderflash - devastating! "I haven't seen that technique before!" He turned towards Magnoliapeak to mew such a thing, voice teetering between sincerity and sarcasm. "If you're big enough, it could be quite devastating! Maybe don't try it yourself." The red tabby caught his attention waning and, as if trying to reset it, he whipped his head back towards the pair. "Go on Thunderflash!"


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[THUNDERFLASH]

Owlbark's leg failed him, though Thunderflash doesn't know that, and while the other tom collided with him, he was quicker on the uptake. Two paws slid backwards, the other two following in a second, ensuring he and the other didn't topple over. Magnoliapeak and Brightpetal were watching now, the friendlier of the two chattering on, but he attempted to pay them no mind. Eyes shifted across the camp, as if trying to find someone he really would have liked to be sparring instead. No, he couldn't dwell on that. Focus!

The voice in his head snaps him into action, aiming to leap forward, driving Owlbark back with his shoulder, and if deemed successful, followed up with attempting to pounce at the other, rolling him off of his paws. A grimace crossed his face regardless of if his mock-attacks land, side stretching uncomfortably. He was going to have to get used to that.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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Slow, silent steps carried the prowling shadow down the narrow slope of the quarry, dark eyes sweeping over the camp below in search of anything out of place. Anything worth lingering on.

Movement across the clearing drew his gaze; a crowd gathered around two wrestling cats. It didn't give the impression of a real fight, and Ghost would have been inclined to ignore it and move on with his day had he not immediately caught sight of the stocky mocha cat lunging at Owlbark. 'Just a spar.' , though he wasn't sure why he felt the need to remind himself.

Unrushed, but his direction was clear as he descended into camp and made his way toward the spectacle. He didn't join the crowd directly, putting space between him and the cats and the fight itself– but he still took a seat, tail curling around the bone-white knuckles of his paws as he settled in to watch the spar.

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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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