battle basics - keeping up with jaws and claws [p]

[Marigoldwhisper]

 

Originally Posted by Neptune.

Cinderpaw
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59/100
10 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice
small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes

At Rookfire's praise, Cinderpaw feels her spirits lighten just a little. It was rare anyone said they were proud of her, let alone that she had done a good job, so she soaks it in for a moment, and then gets back to work, heeding the instructions not to go too hard, or else she might risk wrenching a claw.

Eventually, Rookfire called them back to attention and went over the use of teeth. Obviously, the couldn't do so on trees, and Cinderpaw found herself wondering if maybe they would find a rabbit to try on, when the enforcer moved on quickly, demonstrating ducking and weaving, before motioning them all to break into pairs and practice with each other. She was a little startled when another apprentice (Magpiepaw?) insisted they work together like she was a clan leader and expected to have her words followed.

Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, Cinderpaw looks Magpiepaw up and down, weighing her options. She could say no, this molly's enthusiasm was already exhausting, and Cinder didn't really like the way she was speaking to her. Although... why should she throw this away? It's not like she would always be able to pick and choose who she fought in battles, so she nods slowly.

"Alright," she signs, "are you striking first, or am I?"

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Magpiepaw
She, Her\Apprentice\10 moons\Shadowclan
"Why pick them when I can do it so much better?"

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Whatever looks Cinderpaw gave her completely went right over her head, a bright and mischievous smile being the only thing present on her two toned face. Who strikes first? Boo-hoo, who made those rules anyways? It was so obviously her! Also, in battle would anycat politely ask, "Hey man, can I hit you first? Yeah? Okay, it's gonna hurt-" nocat does that! And if somecat possibly did, they're probably dead right now! So, Magpiepaw didn't respond to Cinderpaw's blatantly stupid and obnoxious question, she just simply swiped at her, raising her paws to her ears and another at her muzzle.

She put enough weight in her hits that if they landed the most her fellow apprentice would feel would be a light sting. Any good cat could handle that. Magpiepaw began to bristle her fur and tense her muscles. There was a fifty-fifty chance of Cinderpaw ducking and immediately launching herself at Magpiepaw, or Cinderpaw sprawling out into oblivion. Either option was fine since Magpiepaw was aware that she'd probably dodge regardless, cause she was just so good at what she did!