Open Backwritten Territory RiverClan the saddest bunch ive ever met 𓆟. ° .• — MASS BATTLE TRAINING

[Adderfang]

[ Cannonically March 10th ]

The sun was just beginning to peek over the treetops, sending long shadows stretching across the glade. Morning dew clung to the ground, soaking into fur and chilling paw pads. The peace that lingered over the glade was disturbed by the soft rap of paws that flooded into its embrace.

Adderfang took a position at the center of the clearing, as tall and rigid as the trees that corralled them. His sharp amber eyes wafted across their surroundings, waiting for them to settle before providing instruction. Pineheart and his patrols discovery was a lucky one. The glade was more than suitable for what he needed it for—spacious, far enough from camp that there wouldn't be any disturbances.

With other clans now lurking on either side of their borders, and their hoard of kits growing swiftly into apprentices, it was time for them to start learning how to defend what they had. A discussion had already been held on the matter, and many seemed to share his concerns in that area.

He waited until everyone had settled in before getting down to business. "Alright, before we begin, I think we should establish some ground rules for safety." Adderfang honked, voice cutting through the air like a stone skipping across still water. "Claws are to remain sheathed. I'm sure Jinglemoon would appreciate not having to waste what little resources we have on preventable injuries. Also friendly competition is acceptable, but don't let it get heated, or you will be sent back to camp." Although with this bunch, he doubted there was much to worry about.

"We will break off into smaller groups. Experienced fighters stick with those of lesser skill." He explained and then tacked on more after a brief thought, I doubt I need to say it, but showing off and pushing others around will not be tolerated. If anyone thinks they're too good to bother with basics, just say the word, and you are welcome to test your mettle against me." The edge of a challenge curled into his tone. The cats he'd come to know were mostly of the kind and helpful variety, but that wasn't to say they didn't have a few wildcards in the mix. They couldn't afford to be divided amongst themselves, not if they wanted to stand a chance in a real battle. If he caught so much of a wiff of troublemaking, he would be sure to squash it flat before it took root.

He gestured to the open space behind him with a tail flick. "Begin funneling into smaller groups. If you're unsure where to go, remain with me."

Fights are decided through RNG or predetermined by a RiverClan cat's respective roleplayers. Since there's no official guide, some suggestive guidelines for deciding upon stats and dice:

Note that these are suggestive. As long as site rules are abided by and there's no unfair play, do it however you want.

- Please keep stats reasonable (No 500HP cats that roll a 1d50).
- You can debuff your character as much as you wish. For example, I have Fleapaw. She generally has 20/20 HP because she's on the smaller side and rolls a 1d8 because of her lack of training.
- Cats with experience or with grandiose could potentially get a buff to attack or HP, (1d20+3) or get a reasonable boost to health (125HP), but please get consent from your RP partner first.

Apprentices 6-8 moons old →
- 30/30 HP
- Rolls a 1d10

Apprentices between 9-12 moons old →
- 50/50 HP
- Rolls a 1d15

Adults 12 moons or older →
- 100/100 HP
- Rolls a 1d20

___________________ There wasn't a wrong or a right he could choose 𓆟 He did what he had to do ________________

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[SHARKPAW]

I WONT LET THIS BREAK US

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Sharkpaw had been up and raring to go pretty much since Adderfang had announced he'd be hosting a formal training session that morning. He was sure he'd annoyed some of the other apprentices since he'd been up extra early to stretch and prepare for the day, but if he cared about what they thought of it, he didn't show it. Like always, the aqua-eyed boy was more concerned with himself than any of his clanmates.

""Cool." he smirked to himself as the group filed into the Ash Glade. He'd never been there before himself, but he could already sense the importance of the place and the role it would come to play in his life– the hours he would dedicate to this place, the sweat, blood, and tears he'd shed in the pursuit of being the best.

Like everything else within Riverclans new territory, it was a fresh sight to the grey and white apprentice. Tall ash trees lining a grassy glade, within which the grotto- an empty cave of sand and dirt– could be found. He took it all in with eager, observant eyes, a little less upset about leaving his little boat in the shipyard since this new place had all this interesting stuff.

"Yeah, yeah, we got it; claws sheathed, no preventable injuries, don't act stupid." Sharkpaw parroted back, eager to get on with things. "Now, who wants to group up? I'll even think about going easy on ya if you ask nice!" he called to the other apprentices, excited and eager to step up to the challenge.

This was the perfect chance to show he wasn't just a good hunter, but a good fighter as well. Granted, he hadn't had to fight very much in his young life before, but he'd learn, especially with a cat like Adderfang calling the shots. It wouldn't be long until the grey and white boy could take the other up on their challenge to fight him, either. Then, the clan would have no doubts on whom the best the warrior was.

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riverclan apprentice - male - 7 months blue ticked tomcat with high white and aqua eyes​

 

[pineheart]

✦ Training was necessary, but nonetheless not something Pineheart was excited for. The few times he'd tried to teach Torrentpaw had been hard enough– but to train all these young cats… he sighs, following Adderfang into the glade where the younger tom takes the word. Pineheart stands a few paws behind him, eyes narrowed as he watches the gathering of cats in front of them. Unsurprisingly, Sharkpaw is first to speak up.

Pineheart is… well he's not exactly angry with Sharkpaw for dragging Torrentpaw out of camp, but he's not exactly happy with him either. Sharkpaw was not his responsibility. However…

"Additionally," Pineheart begins, stepping up to Adderfang's side, pulling himself to his full height, towering over the gathered cats as his voice booms– "mouthing off will get you in a one on one with me. You're here to learn, not to be a smartass. Bragging will get you nowhere fast– open your ears before your mouth."

He waves his tail dismissively and turns to Adderfang, "I'll keep an eye on the groups in the back," he says in a quieter tone of voice before walking around the right side of gathered cats and finding a gnarled tree root in the edge of the clearing to sit on, gaining a better vantage point.

haven't had a dream in a long time

see, the life i've had could make a good man go bad

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  PINE, - 49 moons / riverclan + warrior
  large brown tabby town
  adopted guardian of Torrentpaw and Squidpaw / future mentor to Torrentpaw
  healing and peaceful powerplay allowed