show them that you've got some bite [p]

[idia]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 16 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

squirrelrise sits in the opening of the hollow log that makes up the warrior's den, bushy tail slowly sweeping across the den floor. she's been sitting here for awhile (awhile meaning, probably an hour), having a mental battle with herself. whether she should go ask or not. she knows she should, she even decided this last night, yet her mind has been coming up with a million reasons on why she shouldn't. what could go wrong. why she doesn't want to do this and she's probably just convincing herself – which she is not. she wants to do this.

work on her battle skills, that is.

the russet molly's paws shuffle against the cool earthen ground. for shadowclan's sake, she's learned how to swim! she can do a little bit of sparring..hopefully. wait! no! I can do this, she shakes her head, suddenly rising to her paws and padding across the clearing to a certain cat. she's not asking any random warrior to spar, of course. she's asking her mother. she's most comfortable around her.

"err..mistle..whisker..w-will....you – ...I..want.." she stumbles over her words, voice barely audible as her head tilts down. it's as if her whole body is trying to work against her. her tail lashes in growing irritation at herself. just..deep breathes, she thinks, taking a deep inhale of the cold leaf-fall air. finally, the words she's been actually wanting to say come out, "s-spar with me!!" there's a short pause, "please..if..you don't m-mind." she adds on.

[ @Mica ]

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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Squirrelrise's approach was met with a neutral stare, the Deputy's tail swishing absently behind her. Ever since Goopywhisker, things had been... strained between Mistlewhisker and her adopted children. The Deputy, admittedly, had been wrapped up in the predator threats and territory issues, and hadn't made as much time for the young cats as one should have.

Squirrelrise's request, however, earned a raised brow from the Deputy. Spar? "Of course." Mistlewhisker never turned down a spar. She hadn't had one in a while, now that she thought about it... "Come, let us spar in the territory." That way they wouldn't attract unwanted watchers.

As they traveled the short distance to a suitable clearing, Mistlewhisker cast her gaze sidelong at Squirrelrise. She had really filled out, both physically and mentally. Her pelt shone, her shoulders muscled, her kitten features all but gone. She was less timid, and her request to spar was proof of that. Mistlewhisker was very pleased with how much Squirrelrise had grown up.

Once they reached the clearing, Mistlewhisker began to stretch. The chilled leaf-fall air had made her older muscles stiff when she didn't move them enough, and admittedly she had been very tired recently, so she had been rather static. Once she felt a little better, she would get back into the swing of things, she was sure. Once she was ready, the Deputy shook herself out and stood at the ready. "Begin when you are ready."

[idia]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 16 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

mistlewhisker's suggestion of sparring in the territory earns a sigh of relief from the russet warrior. sparring was already stressful, but doing it front of everyone? absolutely not. she swiftly follows after the larger molly, padding alongside her through the territory. the journey was already short, but it felt even shorter with her mind racing. heck, it's been...moons since she's fought. even then, she was mostly swinging wildly with no real tactic. she bites back a frown.

well, the whole point of this is to practice, she reasons as the two arrive at the clearing. "..right," she replies with a nod, shifting her weight as she falls into a bit of a wider stance. I could start by trying to get on her back..no, that'd..go so badly, err, she thinks, brows knitted as she contemplates her first move.

she takes a step forward. though, she quickly pushes through the initial hesitation and sprints towards mistlewhisker. once close enough, she aims a solid thwack at the deputy's shoulder.

[ @Mica ]