At first, Palequiver thought she was experiencing an auditory hallucination.
It wasn't often that Coldpaw called for her per the simple truth that she didn't give him the opportunity (while the validation would be rewarding - he needed her - what if he didn't? Disastrous.) This was a small thrill and rare treat, the notion that he desired her presence even in a mentoring capacity. She was there in four strides.
"Spar? How..." Palequiver paused, her whisker trembling slightly. "Intense, for a cat in your condition." However, she resigned to discussing it further in the territory, where she could perhaps sway him to consider a less risky subject matter given his fragile, recovering state. Awaiting his lead, she simply replied, "As you wish."
Four strides, hmph. Next time it'd better be three.
"A true warrior doesn't stay down for long, Mentor." Coldpaw had already started out of camp, aware she'd be dogging his steps. "Now come on, there's no time to waste."
Breezeheart
Shadowclan Warrior ☙ 24 moons ☙ He/They/Her "I am that breeze and I can’t belong to one place or anyone. I am a wanderer and wandering is my destiny."
Breezeheart sat in the clearing.
(Activity Post)
__________________
Ravenstar is Bloodclan's leader. He has a open den policy <3
Silentbreeze is one of Lavenderclan's Guardians. Mention me if she is needed.
Wormbelly sat in camp, watching the clan go about it's daily business while feeling stuck. It sighed, flicking it's ear as it pushed itself to it's paws. It should eat, though it wasn't hungry. The smoky black tom's gaze shifted over familiar faces, it longed for presences that no longer were around in it's life.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Swamp Watcher☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Lynxpelt-☆
[He/Him]
{30 Moons}
~Straight~
"This is how the world works, you’ve gotta leave before you get left"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Lynxpelt stretched out, looking across the camp. His amber gaze landed on the kits that were rambling around, and Lynxpelt felt a smile grow on his face. (OPEN!)
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Silver Vixen☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Silverdusk-☆
[She/Her]
{24 Moons}
~Straight~
"Picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Silverdusk padded back in from a hunting trip, dropping a large mouse and a blackbird on the fresh kill pile. The queen made her way to a sunspot in the clearing, and she lay and bask in it. (OPEN!)
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Glowing Shadow☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Blackjaw-☆
[He/Him]
{22 Moons}
~Straight~
"They told me all of my cages were mental"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Blackjaw sat in the clearing, thinking harshly. His mind was racing, and he wanted to prove himself to be useful. Maybe one day, he would go for an enforcer position, but he didn't see himself fit for that, right now. The tom breathed out. Mosstangle was participating, and against Dawnstar at that. He would be rooting for her the entire time. (OPEN!)
__________________
Frostpool is the LavenderClan Deputy! Mention Me if She Is Needed!
Moonkit didn't react to Sleepysunrise's scornful reaction to seeing a oversized kitten that should be an apprentice, just padded off to close by the nursery and pulling out a slightly old wad of moss. Huh. It still carried a scent. Stonelight..... Moonkit's fur bristled slightly, but she immediately flattened her fur. She forced herself to stay calm and padded back to Sleepysunrise, with the moss, and dropped it at the medicine cat's paws. "Is this enough moss? There is more if you need more. Also don't mind the scent, the cat who used to have this in a nest no longer lives here...currently." Moonkit says nudging the moss with a foresaw.
{Moonkit's inventory: +1 moss}
<Moonkit, grey pointed white she-cat with milky green eyes and a calmer adituide than other cats, and instead of being energetic and acting like a kit, she acts more like a senior warrior 10 moons old>
Did she notice her kit was suddenly missing an entire ear? Yes, was she going to ask about it? Unlikely, she didn't see the need to fuss about every scar they got from wherever. Her kits were being trained to be warriors, wounds and injuries come with life. If the injury wasn't lethal or hindering their chances at becoming a warrior, she wasn't going to complain or fuss about it. She was curious about what he did, though.
"You got most of them. If a cat can't see, they can't fight. But any honorable clan cat will call you out if you go for the eyes in a battle. Unless you're out for revenge or fearing for your life, don't aim for the eyes unless they aim for yours first. The neck holds your airway and some vital veins, with the right bite or slash of your claws, you can leave your enemies choking on their blood." Her tail darted out and brushed along the vulnerable on her kit's body. She knew she was most likely distracting him or tickling him, but good work can keep their focus.
"Your tail is very sensitive, a well-placed bite or step, and you can leave your opponents yowling in pain. It's always a good way to throw off balance if you bite hard enough and tug on it. Yes, you can still breathe if you bite a cat's nose off, but it will hurt a lot. You need your nose more for scenting than breathing." Her tail flickered along the brat's nose as she yawned. "Your face in general is somewhere you want to avoid getting attacked, along with your ears." She finished while staring at his head.
"You're going to have to tell me what you did to your ear later. I'll trade you for a story on one of my scars for it." She adds and leans down to stretch out her muscles. "But for now, let's get some basic techniques down." She didn't give her son much of a chance to retaliate as she quickly sprang at him with her forepaw extended, aiming a smart smack in between his ears. Whether it landed or not didn't seem to matter as she immediately speaks after.
"That's called a front paw blow, simple and easy, you're just striking out with your front paw toward the head with the claws sheathed. The forepaw slash is the same thing, only you aim for the face with the claws unsheathed. See if you can try and hit me with either one."
⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ six moons ✮ he . him ✮ shadowclan apprentice ☾ 彡 ⸝⸝⸝
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. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Houndpaw tapped his oversized paws excitedly against the ground at knowing he got most of the vulnerable areas. It took all of his strength to not interrupt his mother but he resisted. Eyes blink-blunk slowly at the mention of what an honorable warrior would do. Okey-dokey, that was only for bad kitties. He didn't wanna kill or super injure someone if it wasn't needed. .. He wasn't sure if he would know when it was, though. The idea of watching someone choke on their own blood made him feel queasy.
Before Houndpaw's thoughts could take his full attention, he felt a light and quick sensation brush against his eyes and neck. He giggled, looking back up at her. "That t-t-tickles!" He snorted, shaking his head back and forth. Not fully paying attention to the fact she was trying to show him said vulnerable areas he reached out to try and give his Mama a small, light boop on her nose. A gasp, "Wut if you t-tickled someone in battle? Could you make 'em surrender with laughter?" He questioned curiously, it didn't seem very plausible but a possible tactic nonetheless.
Houndpaw quieted down, nodding along while Dawnstar spoke. Yawoch! Yeah, he supposed you could breathe through your mouth but that sounded like so much work. He sucked air through his mouth, wincing at the cold air. Ouch. Ok, yea, If his nose got bit off he would simply die instead. He sneezed at the brush against his twitching nose. Blink blonk.
At the mention of ears and her gaze dragging to the where half of his was missing he slunk down, nervously reaching a paw to bat gently at where it was missing to cover it up. However, she didn't scorn him for it and only provoked his burning curiosity. He brightened up, grinning widely at her. "Okey d-dokey Ma! Wuut about-t this one? After we d-done?" He gestured towards her neck. She had a lot of scars, but that's the one he was most curious about.
With a goal in mind, he was going to LOCK IN and absolutely ace this battle session. Which was immediately ruined because before he could react he was getting BAPPED on his head! Houndpaw squealed, wincing back. He gazed at Dawnstar with a look of betrayal (they hadn't even started yet he thought!!!) but also determination.
Houndpaw sprung to his paws the moment his mother gave the order and stepped back. It seemed pretty easy enough! He didn't know about claws, though, wut if he hurt her? Then he would be the WORST SON ever!!!!! Deciding to take a lesson from her book of surprising him, the chocolate brown cat begins to circle her slowly. He goes around her once, twice, thrice and for a moment he got a little focused on the fact he was circling until he remembered he had to actually make a move.
On his fourth go around when he was getting a little dizzy, Houndpaw darted forward and attempted to strike Dawnstar's right cheek with sheathed claws. "GOTYCHA!" He barked out before he even felt fur meet his paw beans.
Re: ShadowClan Clearing
