Our battle will be legendary/p

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Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks:Shadow fiend
Flytail stepped forward, his eyes sharp and unwavering as he locked onto Rookfire. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t here for pleasantries. "Rookfire." His voice was even, flat—no warmth, no hesitation. "I watched you fight my brother. You're strong. Quick." He paused for a moment, his gaze steady as he took in the other warrior’s stance. "I need to learn that." No small talk, no explanation beyond the facts. Flytail’s words came with the weight of someone who had already made up their mind. "Spar with me. Teach me what you know." His eyes didn’t leave Rookfire’s, and there was an edge in his voice now—unyielding. "I’m not looking for easy. Just results."

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ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the eclipse ~

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rookfires ear flicked and his expression shifted from neutral relaxation to mild curiosity. silver eyes opened fully and he unloafed, sitting up at the sight of flytails tense posture and flat voice. the compliments that followed had him cocking his head in question, the warrior did not look like he was here to simply butter him up, not to speak of the tone of voice that contrasted harshly with his words.

'i need to learn that' surprising. he had not expected the matter of fact approach, especially not from a cat easily twice his age. pride was easy to reply on, safe, but flytails open search for improvement and help was impressing. rook wouldnt deny he didnt have the best opinion of flytail previous to this, but it appeared even the little things could sway a cats opinion. his expression remained as flat as flytails voice had been, silence lingering between them as rookfire considered the older tom.

"sure" he finally replied, angular head turning to give him ruffled fur a few quick licks. who was he to turn down some practice? even better, practice with a cat that may be able to come close to matching his skill and is looking for a serious spar. "ya wanna stay in camp for it or go out?"

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Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks:Shadow fiend

Flytail gave a short nod at Rookfire’s response. No posturing. No stalling. Just a direct answer. That was exactly what he was looking for. “Out,” he said. “Camp’s too tight. I want room to move.” His tail flicked once behind him before he turned toward the exit. He didn’t bother glancing back to see if Rookfire followed—if he said yes, that was enough. As they walked, Flytail spoke again, not looking at him. “I’ve seen you fight. You're clean. Fast. You don't waste movement.” There was no change in tone—his voice stayed flat, focused, like he was giving a report, not a compliment. “I want to work on adapting mid-move. Switching plans if something changes. You're good at that. I’m not.” He finally looked at Rookfire then. “So don’t hold back.”

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ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the “devil” ~

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rookfire didnt protest, even if camp was pretty large. why else would enforcer challenges be held in camp? the only thing they wouldve had to worry about was cats complaining about the distraction so early in the day. he didnt mind either option though so the enforcer simply followed flytail silently.
admittedly, flytail wasnt who rookfire had expected to throw around compliments, especially not before they had even stepped onto the metaphorical battle field. the older had been stoic to the point of getting on rooks nerves in the past, not one to speak except to try and get weak minded cats to believe he ruled the forest or whatever. the former medic didnt like cats like that, those with egos too large for their body, not to mention their skill. often mediocre at best. a pity truly. one should be able to expect a cat to be able to bite if they barked like that. but maybe rookfire was just too trusting, ah, too hopeful. perhaps the treatment he'd suffered since the very start was yet to completely destroy the kindling hope in his chest.

there wasnt really much he could say to that, wanted to say to that. he accepted the compliment in silence but didnt offer anything in return. rookfire knew he was skilled, more so than the vast majority of cats his age or even older, he wasnt one to brag though. not without reason anyway. not without considering the repercussions. he was trying to be good.

the older tom continued, offering a reason for his odd head start in the form of compliments. it had been a build up to simply requesting rookfire dont hold back. he wouldve done so without having flytail butter him up before but who was he to complain? he could probably count on one paw the amount of times he'd been complimented since his demotion, if there was anything to count at all.

"sure" was all the enforcer replied, stepping around where flytail had ultimately halted to bring some pre fight distance between them. "ready when you are"

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Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him

Flytail gave a brief nod at Rookfire’s terse reply, his expression unreadable but his stance firm. He stepped back a fraction, his eyes sharpening as he sized up his opponent. "Good. Let's see if you can back up that skill," he muttered, and then, without warning, lunged. The movement was fluid, the strike fast and precise — a move designed to test Rookfire’s reflexes. With a swift flick of his tail, Flytail was upon him, aiming for a clean swipe to the younger tom’s shoulder, intending to throw him off balance. But Flytail wasn’t done there. As soon as his paw raked through the air, he used the momentum to spin, shifting into an advanced battle technique: the drift strike. In one smooth motion, Flytail angled his body low to the ground and propelled himself into a rapid twist, aiming to slam his shoulder into Rookfire’s side with the power of his full weight. The idea wasn’t to hit hard — it was to destabilize, to disorient. A methodical strike that left the opponent with little time to think, much less retaliate. Rookfire would have only a split second to recover before the real test came.

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