Fight of the drowsy bird

[Estelle]

Hm. Rookfire wasn’t among those she held in particular high regard; she wouldn’t have known the enforcer’s name, even, had they not been warriored at the same meeting. Rookfire had spent such time with mama besides, time Sleepysunrise would’ve rather spent with mama herself but alas; she had been focusing on her training, as had mama with her duties, much as their lack of conversation pains. But what Rookfire did have going for him is being an enforcer, made by Miss Grandmama herself. And after seeing the display of a spar Hawkbite held within the clearing with what’s their name, Sleepysunrise had come to the conclusion that she wanted to spar with Hawkbite – beat Hawkbite – before engaging in spar with her grandmother. But for that she required training, and who else to ask than a fellow enforcer of… a slightly similar age. Somewhat. Rookfire was nearly twice her age at seventeen moons but Sleepysunrise paid that no heed; they could both use the practice.
“Spar?”
As all the she asked in all her bluntness as she approached the fellow enforcer, vibrant eyes locking onto the taller feline.


[ @alec ]