Dawning Woods

[BEAR.]

Eep, she was coming for him! Coldpaw was excellent though, BEAUTIFUL even, and as she swung for him he ducked like the nimble and agile professional he was. Immediately to counter-attack he moved to use his head - oh, maybe he shouldn't he might ruin his fur tuft - using his other paw to bat toward her face. If that bought him some space, he'd weasel away and try to yank her leg in the process.

[ @Fawn ]
#coldpawtrainingBL

[Fawn]

Palequiver -

Palequiver pivoted, allowing his bat to rake through the fur of her cheek. Enough to keep his confidence high, indulge him a little, but still challenge her darling boy.

A flash of pride swelled in her at Coldpaw's one-step-ahead battle strategy as he used the gap in their tussle to go for her leg, the mark of a born fighter who wasn't all brawn and no brains. Too many of those already in the forest. Perhaps her sweet Coldpaw was truly learning something from her. She shifted her weight low and forward, springing towards him instead to attempt to knock him off balance - a test to ensure he had continued to keep his posture in check.

Awareness and bodywork would serve him well, too understated in the youth these days. Where had the sense of artistry gone?

@BEAR.

[BEAR.]

HAH - it worked! Sort of. He felt his paw strike Mentor's fur, but his glee was short-lived when she sprang for him. Coldpaw didn't have a lot of room to dodge, so he side-stepped and braced for some impact.

His back claws had dug into the earth to give himself better footing when she struck him, resulting in him stumbling slightly (from the force) but not falling. Immediately, he began to send a flurry of bats toward Mentor's neck and shoulder, as her close proximity would likely have left those within easy reach.

[ @Fawn ]

[Fawn]

Palequiver -

Upon striking Coldpaw with her launched attack, Palequiver intended to begin landing (too-gentle) thumps atop his head if only to prove he had to be ready with a defensive move but was stopped by his counter, a welcome surprise of his competence. The curls would remain safe another day.

Oh StarClan. She barely had time to think before Coldpaw’s paws were flying like he was swatting flies at a summer gathering, a bit lacking in finesse but making up for it in sheer ambition. Several of the blows landed before Palequiver ducked low and darted forward to swipe towards his hindlegs to destabilize.

"Your flare should be fierce," Palequiver sweetly reminded, rising on the other side of Coldpaw in two fluid steps, "not desperation, my dearie."

@BEAR.

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the “devil” ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

rookfire mind had wandered, to his last patrol specifically, still trying to figure out how mushroompaw had managed to disappear into thin air. it wasnt even just him! magpiecove was right there. with a shake of his head, he let the thought go, giving hawkbite a nod, silver eyes scanning the older toms face for any sign that he had a problem with their arrangement. some cats didnt like to stick back, he hadnt liked being put under another cats patrol but to be fair, he had been able to taste the suspicion in the air.

venompaw showed sooner rather than later as well and rookfire stood back up, only mildly irritated by the apprentices screeching.

the enforcer led the group out into the territory, only stopping once they reached their destination. the dawning woods were more open, meaning he'd be able to see his patrol mates over a longer distance, but came with the downside of a possible predator attack. "try to stay with at least one other cat at all times n never leave shouting distance" rookfire ordered, though his voice carried more calculated calm than the usual aggression underlying orders coming from him.
"venompaw do you know how to hunt yet?"


[ @SuspiciousMindz ; @Fenrir ; @Morrigan ]

[Fenrir]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Glowing Shadow☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Blackjaw-☆
[He/Him]
{23 Moons}
~Straight~
"They told me all of my cages were mental"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Blackjaw walked along with the rest of the patrol to the woods, watching as the trees grew more sparce. It was pretty here, Blackjaw had to admit that. The tom turned his head at Rookfire's words, nodding as he spoke. It was smart. StarClan forbid they run into a fox, even worse, a coyote. Although the patrol was large enough and strong enough with two enforcers there.

"Maybe Rookfire and I could go one way, Hawkbite and Venompaw could go the other?, the tom suggested. Keeping the Enforcer Commander with the apprentice would surely be the best option out of the 3 warriors.

@alec @SuspiciousMindz @Morrigan

[BEAR.]

Originally Posted by Fawn

Palequiver -

Upon striking Coldpaw with her launched attack, Palequiver intended to begin landing (too-gentle) thumps atop his head if only to prove he had to be ready with a defensive move but was stopped by his counter, a welcome surprise of his competence. The curls would remain safe another day.

Oh StarClan. She barely had time to think before Coldpaw’s paws were flying like he was swatting flies at a summer gathering, a bit lacking in finesse but making up for it in sheer ambition. Several of the blows landed before Palequiver ducked low and darted forward to swipe towards his hindlegs to destabilize.

"Your flare should be fierce," Palequiver sweetly reminded, rising on the other side of Coldpaw in two fluid steps, "not desperation, my dearie."

@BEAR.

"Desperation my fur!" They were concise, elegant blows in his opinion. Made for inflicting a great many blows at one time. She'd be toast, if Coldpaw willed it! She went for his legs once more and he semi-sprang out of the way, but still managed to trip over her leg with an angry hiss. Simply put, he ate dirt - and in an effort to recover from this failure he rolled back to his paws and instantly went for her tail to yoink. He really did not want the trip to be discussed, frustrated it'd gotten the best of him and ruined his pelt.

[Fawn]

Palequiver -

Palequiver's expression softened in pity when he attempted to spring away and tragedy struck. A disaster in the shape of Coldpaw's ungraceful tumble to the ground as she stood wordlessly, her own limbs drawn tight beneath her as she let the battle pause. She didn't want to bring attention to it, yet to attack again without allowing her apprentice to regain himself would be brutish.

Before she even realized he was resuming, a sharp noise - surprised - burst from her at the sudden tail-tug. Unexpected, mildly painful. Entirely unbecoming. Tail lashing, Palequiver whirled back into the fray with a full-body blow aimed to his flank only to abort the movement at the last moment and twist away to put distance between them.

"Maybe that is sufficient for one round." Her gaze drifted across his marred pelt, briefly flicking to his nose where the rogue bee had mauled him. "What say you, my dear apprentice? Do you wish to continue sparring?"

@BEAR.

[BEAR.]

He wasn't going to show it, but his pelt being disheveled was getting to him. There was satisfaction in her grunt - a part of him hoped it hurt her like it hurt (his ego). Coldpaw let go of her tail in time to get out of the way of her swipe, not that it was meant to land.

He shook dust from his fur and began to aggressively groom himself, needing it to be back to normal. Ugh, he'd be at this all night! Never again would he be felled... he'd sooner tear out his enemy's throat. "yeah, I'm Done." Back to cleaning.

[ @Fawn ]

[Fawn]

Palequiver -

A stinging throb settled low in her spine in the aftermath of his assault upon her tail. Despite dreading each moon that Coldpaw grew more capable, Palequiver did welcome the day that the brunt of his behavior may be directed elsewhere. But for now, it was a small price to pay. Boys would be boys, as it were.

"A future lesson in the delicate art of balance may be in order," Palequiver mentioned off-handedly, moving to sit across from him as her sore tail draped over her paws. "An unshakeable equilibrium proves advantageous in combat, and it demonstrates you're more than what your opponent may estimate you to be: a mindless ShadowClan beast." The words tasted bitter as her gaze briefly tore from him to peer back towards camp.

@BEAR.