LionPaw confidently padded up. Looks like he was the only apprentice showing so far, huh? Well, he was that good…and he was practically a warrior.
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MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 19 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Mosstangle perked her ears at the sound of Tuftedtusk's call. She slipped out of the warrior's den and stepped up to join the group. It had been a long time since she had the opportunity to compete in a large sparring event and she couldn't think of a time she had worked on pair fighting coordination.
Mosstangle is an Enforcer in Shadowclan! Mention me whenever she is needed! My characters' thoughts, emotions, and actions are simply descriptions and roleplay, and do not align with my personal thoughts, emotions, and actions. *Pockets Full Of Purrkies active!*
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Rather sore from his recent Enforcer challenge, Owlthroat approached his mate curling his tail around Tuftedtusk’s own. ”I won’t be much use at the moment love, but I’ve come to watch.” His grin grew wide as his gruff voice spoke, it was nice to see Tuftedtusk running an event.
"Dream came up and spray painted her cats on the wall" // Sol came up and put some cookies on the ground to munch on. // Crane spray painted a rainbow and wrote LGBTQIA+ rights! // crow comes up to your sig and throws roaches everywhere
Doeflame had been sunning herself in the clearing, eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed the warm new-leaf sun on her pelt. It was still cold, but not nearly as cold as it had been, especially in the sun. She briefly thought about taking a nap there, but dismissed it. As sleepy as she was, this wasn't really the right place for it- the sun would probably move while she was sleeping and she'd invariably get in the way of someone passing through the clearing. Ugh.
Instead, Doeflame watched drowsily as Tuftedtusk made his way out of the warrior's den. Hmm, maybe she'd bother him. They hadn't talked in a while. But that plan was scrapped as her brother stopped at the base of the Grimpeak and spoke, his voice carrying across the clearing.
A partner fighting event? Doeflame listened, interest piqued. She wasn't exactly sure what the event was going to entail, but it sounded like she would get to spar at some point. It had been a while since she had sparred with anyone; she had been in some real battles over the past few seasons but no practice ones. So, trying to shake of her drowsiness, she pushed herself to her paws and made her way to the slowly gathering crowd around Tuftedtusk, giving her brother a wave of her tail and a grin. "Partner fighting, hey? Sounds cool." Her voice was still groggy, but at least she was full-on yawning or anything. Besides, by the time they got to sparring she'd be wide awake.
rookfires eyes followed tuftedtusk as he made is way towards the center of camp, flicking away with mild disinterest to observe other cats from time to time. a walk through the center of camp usually meant nothing as everyone traversed in their own predictable patterns, yet something in the inferior enforcers walk signalled a deeper purpose to the former medicine cat. he shifted slightly where he lay, maw splitting into a yawn, nestled between leaves and branches atop the tree housing the medicine den. by the time tuftedtusk called for attention and a pawful of cats had began to gather, he had decended, large paws hitting the ground with a soft thud.
he paced the camp lengthwise as the older tom explained his event only to stop in his tracks as a familiar, too familiar pelt flickered at the edge of his sight. his heart skipped a beat, not in the good way, in a mixture of rage and anxiety crawling up his neck, cold and suffocating. previous fits of fear, insecurity and plain desperate behaviour replaying in front of his inner eye. mossfreckle.
no, he was dead. dead for good at that.
in a jerky motion, too rapid to appear natural, his angular head snapped sideways to properly look at the cat. pointedly not mossfreckle. darker pelt, the wrong pattern and entirely too big. still, his chest heaved with what rushed through him. teeth grit, he fought off the memories. admiration, joy at their gratefulness, love, goddamn love, and lastly, a bloodlust only reserved for those whom had wronged him. his ear pinned back, he stood, staring down that cat, that near carbon copy of the cat that cost him his entire career. the cat that had destroyed his stand within shadowclans society once more, after he had fought teeth and claw for what he had. the ungrateful, lazy slob of a high rank.
hes dead.
rookfire shook his head, drawing his eyes from their pelt, too familiar in all the wrong ways, to finally move on. he'd stood frozen in his steps for far too long to be normal. no cat had any business in the roaring emotions within. no cat still missing that traitor dearly had the right to see into his mind and pick apart the weaknesses still lingering.
the former medic did his best to appear casual as he wandered over to fetch sleepysunrise, steps too stiff and his shoulders set tight. she'd be a good partner for this as well as contributing the additional challenge of their size difference. he also thought no good of medicine cats that didnt keep up with their warrior training.
"sleepy? ya wanna join partner fighting?" he called into the dim medicine den, hardly surprised by the warm herby air that welcomed him as he stepped over the threshold. she wasnt hard to coax out, sleepysunrise wouldnt fall into the same cycle of handing off her work to her under appreciated apprentice to laze around and forget any and all battle skills.
moving through the clearing once more, now with a smaller black and white shadow by his side, the enforcer spared another glance to the copycat before plopping down next to his partner in crime with a sigh. "has that one always looked so damn similar to mossfreckle" he murmured under his breath, bent down awkwardly to half whisper in her ear. his head jerked roughly in mosstangles direction without any attempt to look inconspicuous as he signalled to sleepysunrise.
ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Purrk * Purrk
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She had never considered this method of fighting before, flexing her claws in idle thought; partner fight, rely on another to have your back while you do the same. Work together in unison, like two flames dancing around each other without ever touching. It was an interesting concept, a skill for her to learn and acquire through the means of what was supposed to be the elite of their clans. As an apprentice she would have blindly followed Tuftedtusk's lead due to the mere position he held; now, she found herself more sceptical. Or perhaps it was simply because "teamwork" was a foreign concept to her. She had always done everything the way she was taught, on her own. Besides, she would rely on not even half the cats present here, most of them strangers in her eyes.
But it seemed Rookfire had different plans. Sleepysunrise revelled within the shadows that surrounded her pelt, watching him approach her den with mild interest. Their interactions had been few and far between these last few moons, but Rookfire always had been useful to her in one way or another. That is to say, she didn't mind his presence as much as she did the common man. "You, fighting?"
She repeatedly with a light tone and a quirk of her tilted head. No clear expression was plastered upon her face, she was merely watching him from the darkness of the den. "You should be resting."
Were the words that left her maw next, mind flitting back to the recent enforcer challenge. She heard through the grapevine - her sister - that both participants had been excused from their duties until they were properly healed. But Sleepysunrise wouldn't pass up this chance to test the limits of a healing cat's body; she had no intention of stopping Rookfire if he believed he could handle this, not unless it would cause too much trouble.
The silent sign that there was no true weight behind her words was evident when she simultaneously lifted to her paws and left her den to walk alongside the taller feline. She felt so awfully petite next to him, with his long legs - a small pout could be seen crossing her face as she watched the sticks move beneath him with strides larger than life compared to her quick, short steps. Hmpf. She sat her haunches some ways away from the larger group, paw lifting to receive a quick few licks over her messy fur. Her ear lifted when Rookfire spoke to her, and Sleepysunrise paused mid-lick to glance up towards the she-cat he pointed out. She had to watch the warrior for a few long seconds (her paw back on the ground by this time), her eyes narrowing and head tilting in thought. A grimace graced her features, nose pulled up and whiskers twitching down, before she replied. "Never cared to notice. Maybe family of somekind; ...Or a clone."
The young medic didn't entertain the thought for very long. She supposed the similarities were striking - simply a darker version of the fallen medic - but unlike her sister and the one at her side, Sleepysunrise had never been particularly close to Mossfreckle. Naturally the former medic's attention was always drawn to the lucky, golden few, the chosen ones; those select cats that were allowed to peek into the herbs stored within his mind. That is to say, not her. Maybe she understood now why he kept the knowledge of those herbs so closely guarded, after all, so did she. But how unproductive it was, that he had to die in order for her to finally gain access to said knowledge. But what did she care now? He was as dead as they came - supposedly; she had long learned the dead never stayed dead, not when they had people to haunt and children to taunt.
She wondered; did this starry-minded medic ever visit Rookfire again? She glanced at her comrade, mildly curious. Her claws dug in the ground at the thought; her tail flicked the thought away. It didn't matter, she reasoned, he was dead, he was just another cat, just another someone she wasn't good enough for. Sleepysunrise pursed her lips, paws finding themselves neatly aligned despite her lopsided position. She flicked her ear and looked at Rookfire; she wasn't enjoying this silence, or this topic. "Bath. Talk. ...Eaten...... Wounds?"
Well done, Sleepysunrise, that was a totally coherent sentence.
Re: Partner Fighting [ShadowClan Training Event]
