Private Camp Territory ThunderClan the first rule is... // fight club: origins

[Webpaw]

{$title} for all fight club members! We're getting organized, baby!

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Webpaw wasn't alone, and she knew that. There was an undercurrent of frustration among ThunderClan's apprentices, winding among their minds and clawing for the surface. After her disgraceful display at the border - not even landing a fucking hit on her opponent! - she found herself bristling at any mention of the fight. Other apprentices too didn't seem keen to discuss it, though their reasons were unclear to her self-centered mind.

Today, she sat among several of the other apprentices as they shared prey amongst themselves, just far enough away from the warriors that a low conversation could be held without much notice. Webpaw tore a chunk of flesh from the mouse and chewed, her ears flicked back as she heard someone else in camp mention the skirmish in passing.

"I can't believe Owlbark sent me back," she muttered. "I totally would've been able to get that hit in on Stormcrow if I hadn't needed to come back and get everyone."

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ThunderClan Apprentice
10 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​

 

[Snapdragonpaw Snapdragonpaw]

————————————— Everything must come to an end ✦

Snapdragon ate quietly; she wasn't ignorant of the tension in the air between the apprentices. It's all the reason why, despite her preference to eat alone, she decided to sit amongst them all. She bowed her head to tear into a vole as she raised a brow at Webpaw's sudden burst of frustration. As she chewed through the flesh, they pondered that day.

The patrol that left like none other, Web being sent home and watching many cats dart out to cover the pelt of the cats caught in the fight. It swallowed their mouthful of prey before huffing a little. "You'd think they would have some semblance of trust in us to help fight, if we were expected to graduate in some moons and all of the sudden be treated differently?" They rolled their eyes, huffing through pursed lips. "No wonder so many cats got hurt-" '-and you couldn't even land one damned hit.' She didn't speak the second half, better than to rile the other up, even if it might be true.

She shook her head, pushing the vole away from her before crossing one paw over the other. "They want us to fight for them but won't even train us to be any use in a fight?" The fire crested apprentice felt her fur stand in indignation, glancing towards some far-off warriors. "At this rate I won't even graduate in time for my twelfth moon and I'll be stuck with the snivelling apprentices-"

Then, there was a moment of recognition, a smile curling at the edges of her maw, one that finally seemed to crinkle her eyes, as she glanced over to those in the know. "Y'know... Some've us talked about it just after that gathering that went to shit, that we train together, not just when our mentors give us the time of day." It flicked an ear, eyes darting about to make sure there were no eavesdroppers. "I dunno, it's not gotta be fancy, just we get together and fight, no holding back. If Thunderclan gets into another skirmish like that, we're as good as crowsfood if we can't actually fight, claws and teeth."

Snapdragon grinned, nudging Cardinalpaw. "You were there, with Coyote and Flicker, don'tcha think Web'd be perfect to train with us too?" There had been the occasional spar, but it had been hard to get about to arranging everyone together, but Webpaw had the fire in her too, and especially after that fumble with Skyclan, she was just as desperate to train as the rest of them.

————— You've already died twice,

you can still be replaced. —————

• Talking to @Webpaw & @Cardinalpaw , mentioning @FLICKERDANCE & @Coyotepaw
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  Snapdragonpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan Apprentice | 11 moons
  ✦—She/It/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired tortoiseshell with orange eyes.
  #c41515