PAFP Event Camp ThunderClan YOU WON'T PULL AHEAD 'CAUSE I'LL KEEP UP THE PACE — ✦ ) sparring

[RUFOUSPAW]

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​

Rufouspaw didn't know what to do with himself. He idly traced lines along the sand, deep in thought. He'd tried hunting, but the bird he was chasing across the undergrowth only barely escaped his grasp; his later attempt at moss collecting left him similarly empty-pawed, and... heavens above, even the mere thought of helping Quietblossom groom xyrself had him wanting to claw a hole in the elders den. What was he to do, when the Clan clearly expected something out of him, but never told him what? When they didn't even want him fucking off to clear his head, because of the stain on StarClan's name that was Juniperstar being scared of... what, other cats? Mortal cats—all of them but their figurehead—they could absolutely shred into little pieces if she ever got over herself! Oh, all he wanted was to tear something apart; bite and scratch and send dirt and blood flying...

At some point, while riling himself up, he realized he'd been burying his claws in the sandy ravine floor. Of course! They didn't want him unsheathing his claws at the others ('cause it was "dangerous", or whatever) but most other forms of fighting weren't forbidden... not as far as he knew...

The red-and-white molly poked his head into the apprentices' den with a smirk on his face.

"Anyone up for a spar?"

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED

✦

AND THE FUTURE IS OURS

• OOC: please wait for @Webpaw !
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  'owlpaw'

  'eaglepaw'

  'vulturepaw'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
• 
  

  Click on the image to see my full
  reference sheet!​

  Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
  10 moons, ages every 6th.
  Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
  Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
  Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
  Mentored by Owlbark
  

 

[Webpaw]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Bored. No one ever told Webpaw that being an apprentice would be so stars-damned boring!

Webpaw was rolled onto her back in the apprentice den, waiting again for Dewshine to fetch her for training. What good was having a mentor if she had to wait on her? Shouldn't they be training all the time?

Pah! Boring!

Boring... at least until she heard Rufouspaw's steps break the silence of the apprentice den. Until those magic words were spoken...

Anyone up for a spar?

Finally! Something not boring.

"Thought no one would ever ask," she drawled, trying to seem unaffected, though she did quickly roll out of her nest and shake the flecks of moss and dust from her pelt. "I'll take you on."

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ThunderClan Apprentice
9 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS

Sorry to Dewshine for catching strays​

 

[RUFOUSPAW]

RUFOUSPAW
​ Welcome to the celebration, baby! ​

It wasn't long before someone took him up on his offer; not someone he knew well, but it didn't really matter to him. Everyone's got to start somewhere! Rufouspaw shot Webpaw a grin.

"Let's go!"

He led her out of the apprentice den—possibly the worst battle venue he could think of—with a bounce in his step.

"It's a real slow day today,"

he mused aloud as they walked,

"dunno why... do you think everyone slept in?"

It wasn't a question he expected the taller apprentice to have an answer to (if he hadn't figured it out himself...) but simple idle chatter.

"Or maybe they're having a second, secret Gathering somewhere... Anyway, nothing we can't fix ourselves, ay?"

They'd stopped a tail-length or two from the center of camp. Not too close to the walls of the ravine or the other dens, and enough space for others to walk around them, just so that they wouldn't get told off for hogging all that space... perfect!

"Okay, okay, uh... take three steps back,"

Rufouspaw ordered. He himself retreated that much and dropped into his "battle stance": shoulders tensed, tail raised, and his paws equidistant from one another.

"Ready when you are!"

THE JUDGES ARE JAILED

✦

AND THE FUTURE IS OURS

• OOC:
• KEY:
  

  "speech"

  
  

  'thoughts'

  'owlpaw'

  'eaglepaw'

  'vulturepaw'

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
• 
  

  Click on the image to see my full
  reference sheet!​

  Rufouspaw is a small ginger bicolor tabby with tortie point patches and odd blue-green eyes. A former loner, she faces the world with her head held high and her claws at the ready—for she believes danger is lurking at every corner. It remains to be seen whether her foolhardy yet distrusting disposition is justified...
  9 moons, ages every 6th.
  Genderqueer (she/he/it); any gendered terms OK!
  Gyrfalcon x Unknown — Generation 1
  Host of a plural system of 4: Owlpaw, Eaglepaw, Vulturepaw and herself.
  Mentored by Owlbark
  

 

[Webpaw]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Webpaw padded after Rufouspaw with her bobbed tail and head held high. Clearly, he was like her - tired of all the laziness from some of their Clanmates and ready for some real action!

"I think they're just a bunch of lazybones today," she quipped. "That's fine - we'll make sure to get the jump on them in training, right?" She followed to the spot Rufouspaw picked, scuffing her paws in the dirt before taking the paces back that he suggested. She dropped into a pouncing stance, head low, muscles tense. Her ears twitched and her toes flexed as she wiggled her rump in preparation.

"Three... Two... One..."

Go!

She lept through the air, soaring towards the other apprentice, aiming to land on his shoulders.

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