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Post by Dawn on May 27, 2011 18:42:31 GMT -5
brushpaw** 
Brushpaw padded through the pine forest, her paws itching to begin her training. She had been made an apprentice the previous day and was dying to prove herself as the best apprentice Stoatfang had ever had. The best apprentice ever actually, that sounded more correct in Brushpaw's mind.
She paused on the outskirts of the training copse, surveying it through her amber eyes. It was a large dip in the middle of the place, a scoop in the earth which would make a perfect place for battle training. It smelled strongly of cats and Brushpaw could tell that her Clan often came here. "Stoatfang, is this where apprentices train with their mentors to fight?"
[/color] She asked, turning her eyes to her mentor as her claws flexed eagerly. She couldn't wait to start learning how to fight better. It was the thing that she had always looked forward to most as a kit. Hunting, tracking, all of that came second. Fighting was most important to her. She was anxious to start and it was obvious from the twitching of her tail, the constant movement of her eyes from her mentor to the clearing and back again. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center] |
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Post by Ysi on May 28, 2011 0:59:44 GMT -5
Stoatfang shivered with anticipation as she remembered the other apprentices she had trained. The moment of getting a new apprentice was as exciting as the last, never getting dull. She was looking forward to training Brushpaw, and as they grew closer to the training copse the brown tabby noticed that her apprentice was getting impatient to start training. And she wasn't the only one excited. Training a cat in the ways of fighting was one of the PineClan deputy's favourite parts of having an apprentice.
The familiar scents of past apprentices and their mentors reached Stoatfang's nose, and she could almost see all the past cat's with their mentors, practising attacking and defending. Looking over at Brushpaw, she answered the young cat's question, “Yes, Brushpaw. We're going to start with battle training today.”
She flicked her tail down toward the copse and meowed, “Come on,” before padding down past Brushpaw and toward the training copse. Sitting down, she curled her tail around her paws as she waited for the other she-cat to join her.
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Post by Dawn on May 29, 2011 21:41:02 GMT -5
“Yes, Brushpaw. We're going to start with battle training today.”
Brushpaw gave a little wriggle of excitement, her paws itching to begin. "Excellent!"
[/color] She purred happily, shuffling her paws with anticipation. She couldn't wait to get started. Battle training! It was finally here! It had always felt like eternity when she had been sitting in the nursery waiting for it, but now, awaiting it for the first time, it felt like everything in the past had gone so quickly, leading up to this point. “Come on,” Brushpaw, snapped away from her thoughts by her mentor's sudden words, quickly hurried down the slope after her, placing her paws carefully so as not to trip. She reached the flattened training area and looked around. The trees looked massive due to their lowered position in the copse. Everything looked so... huge. So centered. It was marvelous. "So where do we begin?"[/color] She asked, turning to her mentor, eyes expectant. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Ysi on Jun 16, 2011 6:46:50 GMT -5
An approving purr rippled in Stoatfang's throat, glad that her apprentice shared the same anticipation to learning to fight that she had at that age. The flurry of claws; the challenge of a new battle; the joy of winning; and, of course, the fact that she could protect the territory of PineClan against intruders. Defending her Clan with honour was her highest priority, and this was a reason to like battling.
“You seem eager to fight,” muttered the brown tabby, “Though I doubt you understand what being a true warrior is about yet. But nevertheless, you will learn.”
She sized Brushpaw up, taking into account the small body of a six moon old cat with the added bonus of long legs and tail. She would be hard to unbalance, and with those legs she would be able to strike at an opponent quickly and then duck out of range before one could say 'mouse dung!'.
“We will start with defence. Now, avoid my attack.”
With claws sheathed, the she-cat suddenly leapt forward with her paw up to deliver a light blow to the side of Brushpaw's muzzle. It wasn't too fast of a move, though Stoatfang purposefully reacted suddenly to try to catch her apprentice off guard.
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