Open Territory ShadowClan You Never Put The Safety On || Predator Battle Training!

[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

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Wolfpack had already trusted her, barely named a warrior, with leading a training session. She couldn't help but stare for a moment when he tasked her with it, mouth agape. Sure she had been one of the cats who'd helped fight off the coyotes but... So had Coalstrike. So had Jadethorn and Mothbite and Tick and Web. They all seemed far more suited for such a thing. ...Maybe not Jadethorn, at the moment.

The early afternoon heat sunk into her fur, leaving her feeling uncomfortably warm as she stared back at the gaggle of apprentices and warriors alike standing before her. The tabby attempts to shake herself of her nerves before clearing her throat, giving a small glance at Coalstrike standing beside her. Thank goodness she'd been able to convince him to help with this... "...When Fleafire was attacked by those two coyotes, I was one of the first cats that showed up to help her."

The first actually, but was that really important? Maybe to somecat it was. Sealdawn frowns. She had acted without thinking, then. Had only wanted to try and prevent more pain. More death. Hadn't she seen enough of that? "We overwhelmed them with our numbers, then. It was an entire patrol against two coyotes." She continues, "And I'll go over that, but first I want to do a little refresher for everyone..."

Where would you want to be hurt the LEAST in a fight? A lesson that Smogmaw had drilled into her-it had been their very first lesson together as mentor and apprentice. The very foundation of everything she knew about fighting.

"Where-" Seal makes a sharp gesture towards Coalstrike's massive form beside her with a paw. "Do you think our coyote here would want to be hurt the least? They might be bigger but they have similar weaknesses to us."

She had asked the tom to help her specifically because of his size. He may not be as large as the predator they were discussing but he was still a good bit bigger than a vast majority of the clan and she hoped it would help those who attended in visualizing what it meant to fight a coyote. Be it alone or with a group.

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALDAWN

— Shadowclan Warrior
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail. 14 Moons
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ooc: @Snakefang @Coalstrike
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[Stoatpaw Stoatpaw]

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

Having seen that Sealdawn had been put on her first task already as a warrior, Stoatpaw wasn't going to make the same mistake of sulking and instead tagged along for the lesson. It seemed genuinely useful; she had yet to run into any of the huge bastards, but the last thing she wanted was to be ill-prepared with the sudden uptick of predators. She settled comfortably amongst the crowd, eyes flickering between Seal and Coalstrike, their "coyote" for the sake of example.

It was amusing to her to see the huge tom be pointed at by the often meek Sealdawn. It was no mistake to make her a warrior, while nerves still clung to her, it didn't make her any less of an honourable warrior for saving Fleafire. Stoatpaw nodded along, before asking a question out to the crowd.

She paused, considering for a moment, Sablestar always warned in battle training a bite to the neck was a dangerous thing to do, one wrong slip and a simple fight would result in the death of another on one's conscience, so she spoke up as much.

"The neck, right? I assume it would be harder to grab them, but it's easy to cause serious damage if you can reach it." Really, she had no idea how big a coyote was, but looking up at Coalstrike, she certainly would struggle to reach even his neck in a pinch, and she assumed coyotes were even bigger than him.

——— While you were sleeping,

Everything changed at once. ———

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  Stoatpaw
  ✦—Shadowclan apprentice | 11 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 ​

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite watches Sealdawn intently. He thinks it's a little crazy that she gets to lead battle training, but Sealdawn had done better against the coyote than him. Still, wouldn't someone like Coalstrike or Jadethorn have been a better choice?

indentttHe answers the question quickly after Stoatpaw. "It's obviously the belly. Nobody wants to be hit there." He's never actually seen someone get a hit in on a coyote's belly, but he's got some ideas for how you could. "If everyone attacks all at once, you could knock it over, and get the stomach while it's laying on it's side!" He strikes the air with his claws, for emphasis. With a strategy like that, they could totally scare a coyote away, no problem.

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Mothbite | 24 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[cloudberrypaw]

Cloudberrypaw hadn't joined the patrol that saved Fleafire - she was much too young then, she thinks. Though she can't help the sour though that she wouldn't have been much help regardless, other than something to throw and distract the coyotes with. In any case, the inquiry flies and like the others, the young apprentice looks over Coalstrike. To her, he's no different than a mindless predator - well, other than having a mind. Could coyotes think critically enough to worry about their softer parts, like cats do?

Sealpaw suggests the throat. Mothbite grows dramatic in his offer of the belly. Cloudberrypaw takes both of their answers and utters an even, "The soft parts." An easy answer, no doubt. If coyotes are to be likened to one of their strongest cats, then surely the parts of themselves they harbor and hide are no different than any of the felines around. "Any place where ripping is easy," Cloudberrypaw continues, her tail curling atop her paws.

 

[GOSSAMERPAW]

— Like Cloudberrypaw, Gossamerpaw hadn't been party to the coyotes that had swept through ShadowClan's territory. And thank StarClan for it, too — she knows she would have frozen on the spot; an easy, sugary target, a donut in the case. If her pale fur failed to reveal herself to the coyotes, then she would surely step on some stick, or pounce wrong on a frog, or draw them to her somehow, and her head would wind up between two sets of sawblades, and then she'd join Swaying Willow wherever her soul had traveled to.

The thought screws into her chest like a virus. Hollows her out a bit. Gossamerpaw approaches the training session with ash beneath her eyes, weary but willing to try. She settles somewhere alongside Cloudberrypaw, ears pricking as Sealdawn recounts her harrowing patrol, as Stoatpaw and Mothbite clamor for correctness. She agrees with them, mostly. Lilypelt always tells her to protect her neck and her belly (advice that Gossamerpaw knows she will fail to heed when the moment comes; advice that is surely instinctual to Tusslepaw by now). Any place where ripping is easy. Gossamerpaw suppresses a shiver. Her mind wanders through pale fields of sinew, the unraveling of a cat, the splitting of the seams that held the together — she sees Swaying Willow protecting her, fierce and beautiful in her rage of war, snuffed out.

The memory makes her nauseous. Gossamerpaw swallows hard as the taste of bile clouds the back of her throat. "Its eyes," she murmurs, throaty and far-away. "Or its face, I guess. To blind it." Her paws crawl with the feeling of slicing through jelly. The apprentice grooms each one quickly, nervously while she sits, waiting for Sealdawn's reply.

OOC.

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GOSSAMERPAW

SHADOWCLAN'S DEER IN HEADLIGHTS — 09 MOONS — SHE / HER

A ghost-pale, long-furred tabby with cryptic swaths of black and periwinkle eyes. Gossamerpaw is a quiet, wraith-like girl with a weak will. She clings to her sibling Tusslepaw's side like a leech, drinking in his anger and desire for revenge against Owlbark, the cat who murdered their parents. Gossamerpaw is generally friendly to her peers, though she is not outgoing in the least, and will generally do as she is told.

Transfemme she / her | 09 moons
Apprentice of ShadowClan | Mentored by Lilypelt
Towering Oak x Swaying Willow | Sibling to Tusslepaw

"Speech." — Penned by Meghan

 

[Sealdawn Sealdawn]

Plant some seeds when you're alone
Let the blossoms

grow

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She sits and she listens and she waits. Nodding along to each cat's suggestion. All of them were fairly sound assumptions, though Sealdawn wasn't entirely sure it was possible to get a coyote on its side or back to be able to reach the belly. A fox, perhaps.

"All good suggestions~!" She chirps. "But I'm not sure if a patrol of cats could get a coyote on its side to reach the belly, but we could definitely do that to a fox I think." Deciding it was better to let the Night Guard down gently, she gave a faint-what she hoped was encouraging- smile before looking to Gossamerpaw with a nod. "The eyes."

A front paw is raised, claws coming out briefly to make small horizontal swipe at the air as if dragging her claws across an invisible enemy's face. "One of the first things we want to do with a predator is try to get an advantage or incapacitate it in some way. The eyes are a good bet for that... If they can't see us we're harder to grab, and our smaller size becomes an advantage in that case. It won't make the fight like catching prey, but it will make it somewhat easier. I blinded one, and while the other was distracted I clawed its throat." While Jadethorn had been in its jaws.

There's a silence. Heavy. Drawn out. If she had been even a moment later, Fleafire could very well have died. Her own memory of being chased by one of the monsters tells her it would not have been a kind death. The thought sends a shiver up the warrior's spine. "Lastly," Sealdawn looks at the gathered crowd, tone soft but serious. "Fight if you must, but run first if you can. You can't help anyone if you're dead. If...When... A predator attacks one of us, I want to see you come home, not be on the patrol that finds your body. Don't be a martyr, please. I think we've seen enough of that for several moons."

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SEALDAWN

— Shadowclan Trapper
— "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosette Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
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