blueskysummer
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Post by blueskysummer on Nov 17, 2009 17:48:52 GMT -8
Brokenpaw felt the blow from her hind legs, and some of the air was pushed from his lungs with a "oof," but he held on somehow. he appreciated that his mentor was not going easy on him, so he could pull out all the tricks he had.
rooting his hind paws on either side of her, he dug his claws into the earth, helping him hold her down. all he had to do was hold her and he would win. just for a few seconds longer...
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Sealvah™
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Post by Sealvah™ on Nov 19, 2009 14:33:58 GMT -8
Flamingspout was about to slide from under her apprentice and make a jump for his back, but she hesitated. They had probably done enough for one day- the sun was turning orange, sinking slowly into the horizon. Soon it would be dark. She put out her paw again, indicating that they were done. "That was good." She mewed, rolling out from under him with apparent ease. "You countered my attacks well. However, everyone has their weaknesses. You are about to hear yours."
The red spotted she-cat clambered up, shaking her fur out vigorously. "You are a large cat. Therefore, smaller, faster cats will have a big advantage over you. They will be able to dodge your attacks, whereas you will have trouble getting away from theirs. If we work on your speed, hopefully when the time comes for battle you will be able to dodge as well as attack faster. But I think we've done enough for one day."
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blueskysummer
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Post by blueskysummer on Nov 21, 2009 10:59:46 GMT -8
Brokenpaw's fur heated as he watched his mentor easily roll from his grip.
What's up with you? you're better than that! he scolded himself internally.
Relax, it's just practice. you'll do better as time goes on. reasoned another voice. he listened to it, letting it calm him, and barely noticing that it was his sister's voice.
Calmed and reassured, Brokenpaw listened to his mentor's list of his weaknesses. surprisingly, she was spot on. comparing what she was saying to previous fights. half the battles he had lost had been against faster cats. he reminded himself to work on that in the future.
"sounds good," he nodded, looking at the sun dipping behind the treetops.
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Sealvah™
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Post by Sealvah™ on Nov 21, 2009 15:20:07 GMT -8
OOC- ...Bumping this to Pik. Low muse.
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 30, 2009 14:05:32 GMT -8
OOC: gah...sorry for late response. I would of had posted, but my mother took my laptop away when I was half done...it was really long too! D8
As the sun began to set, Foxcloud's interest flared briefly. Why waste a beautiful night such as this on sleep? "Brokenpaw, have you ever hunted at night?" the Fireclan deputy gave a sudden purr, breaking the silence she had kept as the warrior and apprentice had fought. Foxcloud's eyes gave a hallow glow as the shadows grew with the sinking of the bright sun. Her fox colored frame rising to begin a slow stride to the younger tom. The shadows of the distant trees followed close behind, taking the form of claws to an imaginative cat. They continued on even once the deputy stopped before Brokenpaw, her sharp yellow eyes glancing about before finally resting upon him. "You wouldn't want to waste this beautiful night of hunting, right?" Foxcloud fell silent when a long call went through the distant dark forest. "The night prey are about..."
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Sealvah™
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Post by Sealvah™ on Nov 30, 2009 14:49:22 GMT -8
Flamingspout's eyes shadowed over with frustration. She was the mentor, not Foxcloud! If the fox coloured she-cat hadn't been deputy, a sharp retort would have been in order. Instead, she settled with a curt nod. "I suppose that would be sensible." Her mew was steady and well guarded, and as the shadows ran over the three cats she padded slowly towards them, her yellow eyes losing their previous fire. "We should go by the Lake of Fire." It was more of a decision than a suggestion. She knew for a fact that lots of prey could be found there, nibbling at the many varieties of leaves and herbs that grew in the vicinity.
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blueskysummer
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Post by blueskysummer on Nov 30, 2009 15:41:49 GMT -8
Brokenpaw risisted the urge to smile. a night hunting trip was just what he needed to redeem himself after that embarrasing display of fighting.
his eyes turned to Flamingspout, as if seeking approval. he was surprised to see a hint of frustration in her eyes. he felt as if he were missing something, some sort of past history with Foxcloud that he didn't know. but at his mentor's acceptace, he forgot about the odd exchange.
"the lake of fire, huh? sounds good to me." he meowed, tossing a glance to Foxcloud to see what her reaction was. internally, he remembered one of his first experiences in fireclan. he had fallen into a lake, most likely the one they were headded to. he would have drowned if not for...
he mentaly stopped himself from giving any sort of prase to that disgusting wanderer. he could have gotten out on his own. that Kitcatcher just happened to be wandering by before brokenpaw could haul himself out.
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