Softpaw's Training [P]

[Fits]

Heroneye
| she/her | RiverClan | Lionheart |

Heroneye listened thoughtfully to Softpaw's question. Claws getting softer in the water? She'd admit she'd never heard of such a thing, though she supposed it wasn't impossible. "I don't believe it's something to be especially concerned about. At least, I don't know of any special techniques," Heroneye replied honestly. Though she didn't particularly enjoy contradicting others, perhaps this could put a concern of the apprentice's to rest, at least as far as Heroneye knew.

"I haven't encountered many opponents in the river; naturally, cats from the other Clans are keen to stay on dry land." Of course, only a cat with a death wish would face any RiverClan cat in the water. "But those sorts of injuries are fairly common in all combat; most cats aren't careful to avoid breaking a claw when ripping into another's pelt. It's just another thing to be mindful of, on top of, well, surviving."

She'd never forget the events of that night, when the entire Clan had been forced from its home. Heroneye could barely formulate coherent thoughts then, and focusing on anything other than not dying was practically impossible. Frankly, she was lucky she hadn't gotten off much, much worse, as many of her Clanmates had. In truth, she still felt somewhat guilty about that. Of all the cats who had suffered life-changing injuries or even death, why hadn't it been Heroneye?

In any case, looking upon Softpaw now, she was having difficulties imagining her in a real battle. Not that Heroneye didn't believe she'd be able to hold her own with proper training, but, well... war was always so much worse than any cat could fathom. But with RiverClan's current state, saying that any apprentice had a chance of avoiding war in their lifetime was a borderline fantasy. Heroneye could only hope that, if she was the one to teach Softpaw fighting, she'd be able to do so sufficiently. Someday, it would be a matter of life and death.

( @ChromeSilver_Hwaa - Softpaw )

[ChromeSilver_Hwaa]

Originally Posted by Fits

Heroneye
| she/her | RiverClan | Lionheart |

Heroneye listened thoughtfully to Softpaw's question. Claws getting softer in the water? She'd admit she'd never heard of such a thing, though she supposed it wasn't impossible. "I don't believe it's something to be especially concerned about. At least, I don't know of any special techniques," Heroneye replied honestly. Though she didn't particularly enjoy contradicting others, perhaps this could put a concern of the apprentice's to rest, at least as far as Heroneye knew.

"I haven't encountered many opponents in the river; naturally, cats from the other Clans are keen to stay on dry land." Of course, only a cat with a death wish would face any RiverClan cat in the water. "But those sorts of injuries are fairly common in all combat; most cats aren't careful to avoid breaking a claw when ripping into another's pelt. It's just another thing to be mindful of, on top of, well, surviving."

She'd never forget the events of that night, when the entire Clan had been forced from its home. Heroneye could barely formulate coherent thoughts then, and focusing on anything other than not dying was practically impossible. Frankly, she was lucky she hadn't gotten off much, much worse, as many of her Clanmates had. In truth, she still felt somewhat guilty about that. Of all the cats who had suffered life-changing injuries or even death, why hadn't it been Heroneye?

In any case, looking upon Softpaw now, she was having difficulties imagining her in a real battle. Not that Heroneye didn't believe she'd be able to hold her own with proper training, but, well... war was always so much worse than any cat could fathom. But with RiverClan's current state, saying that any apprentice had a chance of avoiding war in their lifetime was a borderline fantasy. Heroneye could only hope that, if she was the one to teach Softpaw fighting, she'd be able to do so sufficiently. Someday, it would be a matter of life and death.

( @ChromeSilver_Hwaa - Softpaw )

Softpaw blinked, nodding gently in understanding. Blinking gently Softpaw meowed, "That makes sense, ripping a claw sounds like it'd hurt. And with the water on top of it.... we kinda have an advantage regardless of the other cats terrains. Because we can splash water at them and such." Softpaw purred, her whiskers twitching, "What can they do? Throw a tree at us? Swish some grass" She snorted playfully