His assumption was correct. Grottopaw flexed his back claws in and out once before rolling back into a more upright position to listen. He watched her explanations and demonstrations unblinkingly, as if trying to drink everything in through his eyes alone. Moving quickly... might be a problem for him. He wasn't as lanky as other cats were. Didn't have the speed to match them. His size might make sharp movements less feasible. But the brute force, he could get behind. He eyed Hazycry's scruff for a moment, trying to imagine shaking her harshly from side-to-side, then hurling her away so that he could land another heavy blow between the eyes before she had the chance to stand back up again. Envision, memorize, stash away for later.
He nodded once to himself and extended his front claws. "Between the eyes. What would happen if I struck someone there with my claws out instead? Would that be as effective?"
➳ heavily scarred white, orange and brown tabico with cloudy blue eyes
➳ rough around the edges, antisocial, self-depricating
"I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass."
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"you could hit their eyes, so in a friendly spar never do that, in an actual fight like a border skirmish? go right on ahead unless otherwise told. if you want damage, use claws, if you want a longer stun, keep them sheathed." stars how she hated talking, but at least it was about something she was good at.
"i would spar with you, but i dont want to aggravate my injuries." i dont want to be anywhere near sleepysunrise "any other questions? i could probably drag my former apprentice out here to spar with you instead if you'd like that."
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MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Enforcer | 21 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Mosstangle stretched out in the clearing, eyes scanning. The enforcer was feeling far better now that time had passed since the fight. It was good to be back at everything again. She took a moment to groom her pelt as she debated on what to do next. Perhaps she would poke her head into the apprentice den and see if any apprentices wanted an extra lesson or two. Or, perhaps she could get some more training in with one of the other enforcers. It might be a good idea to sit and talk with Hawkbite, too. It might not have been a long list of things she needed to do, but she was a bit torn between which one, first. She was definitely leaning towards pulling a couple apprentices out of their den and bringing them out to do something.
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Dawnstar listened to the apprentice's attempt at an apology but watched over Sleepysunrise, who got out of the hole with no problems. She made getting up the stick look easier than the apprentices, but she could climb. Once she was up and free, Dawnstar gave her full attention to Houndpaw and Ashpaw.
"Sorry won't fix this hole you've made." She growled at her son and the apprentice. "I've told you time and time again to stop digging in the camp. I don't like being disobeyed, Houndpaw." She doesn't think she'd told Ashpaw not to dig. She didn't even know that he liked to dig, but Houndpaw must have made it look fun.
"Look at this mess you've made in front of the medicine den and of the camp." Dawnstar was pinning most of the blame on Houndpaw. Aside from the fact that he was older, he knew better. "Since you dug the hole, you can fix it. Ashpaw can help you. I want this hole filled and stable, but you can't make any new holes in camp. I don't care where you get the dirt, but if you make any more holes in camp, you two will be spending a lot of time in the nursery." Dawnstar warned and turned away from the pair.
[ Houndpaw and Ashpaw must have at least three posts with 50 words made, showing their progress filling in the hole by June 27, or they'll face further punishment. Houndpaw and Ashpaw have to respond in the leader's den with three links to their work posts on the 27th or before, or the punishment will count as incomplete.]
"ShadowClan, listen well. My foolish son and Ashpaw have dug a hole in front of the medicine den. Until they've filled it in, all cats in need of the medicine den will have to use the tunnel in my den. I want no cats around the hole, and anyone who falls in it will expect a punishment from me. The hole is not to be played in or around." The she-cat makes the announcement brief.
"Houndpaw and Ashpaw, you two can have the warriors and apprentices help you bring in anything you may need from outside of camp, but it's up to you two to figure out how to fix this mess you made. This will be your punishment. I do not want anything in camp dug up, and don't even think about touching the tunnels. That means you, too, Sleepysunrise. You can help supervise them, but nothing more." She tells her overly curious granddaughter.
[Quick little announcement about the big hole in front of the medicine den. It's deep enough that cats will likely need help climbing out of it.]
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She-cat | 12 moons old | ShadowClan warrior | Lyrebird's Lullaby - Not Active
"I might be Small but I'm Mighty!"
•·.·''·.·•A shame...Bramblethorn watched the interaction a bit late, but it seemed there was now a hole ... Where did they even learn such digging skills? Possibly not from a windclanner...oh dear...thank goodness Petelpaw wasn't apart of this.•·.·''·.·
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➳ heavily scarred white, orange and brown tabico with cloudy blue eyes
➳ rough around the edges, antisocial, self-depricating
"I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass."
❧ this character often portrays self-hate, interact with caution
"you could hit their eyes, so in a friendly spar never do that, in an actual fight like a border skirmish? go right on ahead unless otherwise told. if you want damage, use claws, if you want a longer stun, keep them sheathed." stars how she hated talking, but at least it was about something she was good at.
"i would spar with you, but i dont want to aggravate my injuries." i dont want to be anywhere near sleepysunrise "any other questions? i could probably drag my former apprentice out here to spar with you instead if you'd like that."
Well, that was insulting. As if he'd ever hurt one of his Clanmates like that. Not unless they deserved it, of course. Grottopaw masked his displeasure with another nod of acknowledgement. More damage, claws unsheathed. Simply stun, keep them in. Maybe knock their senses out and then go for the eyes when they were disoriented... hm. He wondered if Mother could find him a rogue to practice on later.
His ears twitched at the mention of a spar, and he zoned right back in with a quick, "Yes."
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See. He was bored. This is why he hated not having anything to do. Despised even. He has no time to waste, so what now? TigerNight sat in thought for a moment with his tail swaying behind him before getting to his paws. At the least, he could go for a hunt. Maybe bring another cat? Yes- yes he could do that. 2 hunters could be better than one. “Any cat who wants to go hunting with me, c’mere. Just taking a quick n’ casual hunt. Preferably less than 3 cats,” he huffed, and looked to the camp exit impatiently. Preferably only one, who knows the ruckus too many cats would make.
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The common response would have been for Basspaw to startle from the sudden sound of another cat's voice breaking the solitude, but he was much too relaxed and a fair amount sleepy for any kind of physical reaction.
With his body still at a comfortable laying stance, the apprentice turned his head to face his clanmate's direction, still remembering and caring to present polite etiquette. He had seen this warrior around a little bit, but not very much at all, and he wasn't sure he'd ever heard her name before — or at least, put the name to the face.
“You're right, it'd very much be nicer in the Apprentices' Den....” It was always pretty warm in there 'cus they were all squished together, and the sound of other cats snoring was a little comforting, a brief and subtle reminder that they were all together — one big family. He found it very endearing to be around, though he didn't often think too much about it. Today just felt... reflective. “I just wanted to get away for a little. Do my own thing, y'know? It's kind of nice to have personal time every once in a while, and it feels a lot more special when not many other people are up.”
He'd already kind of indirectly answered her question, but if she hadn't been sure of his rank, it'd probably be useful for her to know his name. “I'm Basspaw, if you were wondering ” he offered, giving the warrior a soft and kind smile, an invitation for her to share her name as well.
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Doeflame
So he wanted some quiet time. That was fair; the dens could be noisy, even at night. It was much more peaceful here in the clearing. Cold, though. Doeflame would have chosen a warmer night to do this, although she supposed the apprentice's pelt was thicker than hers. Not that it was much of a feat; her fur was thin, something that was great during the sweltering days of green-leaf but not so much on cold nights like this. "Yeah, I get it. Could have chosen a warmer night, though. You couldn't get me out here in this cold." Well, unless it was a gathering; the prospect of talking to new cats outweighed the suffering she had to endure waiting around. Usually. And she supposed this counted as an exception too. Her paws felt like ice, but she didn't feel any rush to go back to the warrior's den, not when she was talking to the apprentice. Basspaw, that was his name. She'd have to remember that.
His smile was clearly an invitation for her to share her own name, so Doeflame responded, taking a seat next to him as she did so. She would probably be talking to him for a while, so might as well get comfortable. It was warmer in this position too, especially if she wrapped her tail around her paws. "I'm Doeflame." She yawned, her breath tracing a foggy cloud through the air. "I s'pose you're a new apprentice? How are you liking it so far?"
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 50 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
A hole? Owlthroat couldn’t help but scoff at Dawnstar’s latest announcement. It was a relief to know it wasn’t just his children being nuisances as of late.
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huge chocolate brown tom with darker brown markings that go down his back and limbs; lighter brown underbelly and chest. has a striped tail and small, tufted ears with round, blazing golden eyes. has thick fluffy fur and a raccoon-like striped tail. he has a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip and is commonly covered in mud. he is missing half of his right ear; smells like dirt & wood. struggles with a stutter & motor tics (involuntary movement). ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Houndpaw blinked out of sync (similar to a frog) at the request given to him. Was this a strange invitation to play? He loved pouncing on his siblings and family members alike. Coldpaw, however, did not have the size to match. "As hard as I c-can?" He repeated with a toothy grin, his tail beginning to wag. PAOW TIME!!
Despite immediately deciding, he would still do a dramatic show of tapping his paw against his chin to display his pondering. After a beat, he let out a sharp bark - "Okey d-dokey!" Then the apprentice turned and bounced a few tail-lengths away from his newfound target. He spun around to face Coldpaw, dropping in a proficient hunter's crouch. He kept his paws steadily apart, beginning to creep quietly in a circular rotation around the snow white apprentice; keeping the distance he had imposed.
When Houndpaw thought his target would least expect it he gathered the strength in his limbs, hindlegs slamming against the ground and pushing him up into the air. He outstretched his large paws to target Coldpaw's right shoulder, aiming to use his larger than average size to slam the weird kitty into the ground with all he could muster. "RrrAAWR!" He howled, giggling at the silliness of it all.
Coldpaw was sorely mistaken when he assumed Houndpaw would be the weaker of his siblings, and being sucker-punched by the apprentice grounded him to reality. Perhaps literally, as when Houndpaw connected with him, Coldpaw lost his footing entirely and slipped. His ears burned hotter than the tears in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth when he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he couldn't breathe, not just because of the pain, but out of indignation.
He was angry. Angry, because it hurt, because once again he was felled, because once again he miscalculated and it--
He sucked in a breath, and drew himself to his paws. His shoulder throbbed angrily like the fire burning within, but he willed himself to mask it - blinding water from his eyes and briskly wiping them with his paw. He was.. This was what he wanted, anyway. Pain tolerance training. "Well done," he croaked. "Exactly like that."
He didn't think he wanted to be hit again, at least not by Houndpaw. Wasn't ready for another strike (though it probably would be for the best, training wise.) Coldpaw didn't envy anyone who got on the bad side of Houndpaw's strike! "A force to be reckoned with." It was almost with awe, thinking about how easy it'd be to defeat an enemy with a singular blow. "Mistlewhisker teach you to fight like that?"
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” he offered, giving the warrior a soft and kind smile, an invitation for her to share her name as well.
