To make a Warrior

Dec 21, 2019 19:07:41 GMT
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[attr="class","sinnert"]Huckleberryroot delicately placed his paws on the ground, limiting the amount of noise he'd usually make otherwise. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, greeting the waking world with spectacular splashes of color: pastel oranges, deep reds, and soft yellows that slowly turn into a gentle baby blue. Blinking sleep from his eyes the white and brown tom shook his head before letting out a loud yawn, shrugging the sleep off from his tired bones. What was he doing out here at this time? Right. To train his newly appointed apprentice, Knotpaw the ways of a warrior and the skills of a Creekclan cat. Hopefully his apprentice can find him. Huckleberryroot deliberately left where he was going vague when he briefly spoke to his apprentice a fortnight ago. He. Wanted to test what current skills his apprentice wielded and his method to his madness was to simply throw Knotpaw into the deep end. The large tom entered the apprentice den, woke his apprentice to tell him to meet him at sunning stones and left just as quickly. The whole point of this? To get his apprentice used to tracking and hunting for his prey. Only this time Huckleberryroot was the "prey" Knotpaw had to hunt. It is an essential lesson every apprentice learns as a kit, but knowing how to do something and actually doing it are two different things. Huckleberryroot wanted to test his apprentices quick thinking and tracking capabilities. Upon reaching his destination the large multipatched tom sat down and patiently waited for the arrival of his Knotpaw.


word count here its short, but I feel it gets the point accross?


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PEBBLES
50 moons
Male
Hetero
Devi
knotspark Avatar
knotspark
Oneclan
Dec 21, 2019 21:48:12 GMT
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[attr="class","banditttttttt3"]KNOTPAW
[attr="class","banditttttttt2"] He’d been sleeping peacefully that morning, his tiny frame curled up tightly in his nest, nose hidden under his fluffy gray tail, trying to beat out the cold of winter that was seeping into the den. In the midst of a rather pleasant dream about his previous day’s adventures with the other apprentices of CreekClan, he would have stayed there all day had he not been rudely awakened by a monster of a cat. The large tabby tom told him to meet him at the Sunning Stones, to which he replied with a sleepy murmur and pushed himself out of his nest, eyes not even open.

Carefully stumbling from the apprentice’s den, the tom let out a hiss of annoyance at the cold that greeted him. He picked each paw up quickly as he stood in place, determined not to let any one paw touch the snow for too long. Why of all days did Huckleberryroot want to start is training today? A fresh snowfall early in the evening prior made everything feel especially cold and the apprentice felt his normally good mood turn quite sour.

Knotpaw knew little about his new mentor, Huckleberryroot. The things he had heard consisted of stories of his rather lack-luster time as a warrior - nothing like his previous mentor, Sparrowflame. The tom who had mentored him for three moons had spent much of his time perfecting the young tom’s ability to fight and sparring became his favorite pastime because he had gotten so good at it. Sparowflame has told him that this training would help prepare them for any Bonestar-like cats in the future. Having not been alive during those moons where Bonestar destroyed CreekClan and only seeing the aftermath, the apprentice could only imagine what it had been like. He figured it made sense that his mentor wanted to prepare him in case it ever got to that degree again - StarClan forbid.

With an impatient grumble, the little apprentice made his way from camp, begrudgingly treading through the snow and following his mentor’s faint scent. The trip to the Sunning Stones wasn’t necessarily a hard one, he’d made it plenty of times before. The only thing that he hated about the trip this time of year was how the closer you got to the banks of the rivers and streams, the more the snow drifted. There were times where the small apprentice fell deep into a snowdrift because he’d misjudged it’s depth and have to dig his way out. So much so that by the time he arrived to find Huckleberryroot sitting and waiting for him, his pelt was drenched and frozen in a few places.

Shaking his pelt out the best he could, he fought the chattering of his teeth to speak. “G-Good morning, Huckleberryroot.

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PEBBLES
SEVENTEEN
MALE
HE/HIM
PANSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT
Dec 24, 2019 5:12:36 GMT
Huckleberryroot watched his apprentice approach, a look of concern yet admiration for the young toms efforts. Covered in ice and snow and halfway frozen Knotpaw still made his way here to learn. "Morning Knotpaw!" The massive tom all but purred out warmly, brown eyes twinkling with mirth. "Perhaps some fighting will help both make this day better and warm you up?" He offered, "I hear you are fairly skilled when it comes to fighting. Show me what you've learned thus far," Huckleberryroot praised Knotpaw. While Huckleberryroot wasn't the best at fighting like his dear brother was, he could still hold his own - especially against a half-way trained apprentice.

So with such ideas in mind Huckleberryroot got into a fighting position, head bowed to help protect his more vulnerable parts with his tail acting as a balancing mechanic. The older tom decided to try to intimidate his apprentice, wanting to see how he reacted when another cat or animal tried scaring him off before any real confrontation could happen. The hackles on Huckleberryroot stood up, fluffing up his pelt to appear larger and meaner looking, the large ugly scar on his left side on full display. "Claws sheathed. Now pin me," He all but growled out as he awaited Knotpaw's next move.


-- sorry for any misspelled words, on mobile

PEBBLES
50 moons
Male
Hetero
Devi
knotspark Avatar
knotspark
Oneclan
Dec 28, 2019 20:27:44 GMT
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[attr="class","banditttttttt3"]KNOTPAW
[attr="class","banditttttttt2"] As the massive tom purred his greeting to the young Knotpaw, the small apprentice settled himself down onto his haunches and began licking at his paws to try to warm them even a little. He did his best not to sound grumpy or angry with the older tom as he understood the reason he was out here. It was just so cold! All the same, he did his best to be attentive to the older tom’s instruction, gingerly placing one paw down before moving to the next. So Huckleberryroot wanted to fight. Sucking his breath, he nodded slowly and rose to his paws.

Knotpaw was not a strong fighter. While sparring was one of his favorite pastimes, he wasn’t good at it and he often found himself struggling to spar with the older apprentices who were bigger than he. With this mountain of a cat, he only imagined how stupid he’d look trying to take him down. He didn’t know how to use his small size against such a big opponent and found himself flustered by the mere idea. Yet, as instructed, he prepared himself to fight. The tom’s pelt fluffed up, giving him more of a kitten-like appearance than before and he tried his best to rival the much larger tom’s size.

Yet as Huckleberryroot growled, the little tom visibly shrunk back a little before looking over his opponent, planning his strategy. He didn’t take long to do so - this was probably his downfall. But the little Knotpaw stalked closer, his frame close to the ground until he was at the angle he wanted. Stalking until he was nearly dead on with his mentor - hoping for the element of surprise, he lunged. But instead of slamming into the tom, he landed a couple of tail-lengths away, turning sharply, and kicking out with his hind legs, aiming to hit his mentor in the chest. Knotpaw wasn’t skilled, he just knew that he was more powerful with his hind legs and with a big cat like Huckleberryroot, he’d need as much strength as he could muster up.


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PEBBLES
SEVENTEEN
MALE
HE/HIM
PANSEXUAL
WARRIOR
NA
BANDIT

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