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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2018 15:08:41 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
A tan tabby tom weaved his way through a crowd of rather confused looking cats, sending a glare that dared them to say something to him if he deemed they so much as 'looked at him funny'. Owlpaw would not be held back any longer, damn it, and Fallenfox was off doing who knows what rather than giving him the attention he desperately needed.
Owlpaw was fifteen-fucking-moons old, yet his last spar had ended damn near in his death, and that was completely unacceptable. His skills were honestly laughable, there was no way in hell he could defend his Clan at this rate, and without Fallenfox or Vipernose stepping up to take charge Shadowclan needed more warriors than ever.
"Bluepaw!" came the meow from Owlpaw as he finally spotted the she-cat he had been looking for. He noticed at once that her belly extended further than it had the last time they had sat down and talked, but Owlpaw knew better than to ask her about it right now where so many cats could overhear their conversation. Finally reaching his half-sisters side, Owlpaw lifted his chin and fixed his friend with a determined gaze.
"I want you to train me. Teach me everything you know about fighting." 207 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Oct 16, 2018 1:45:31 GMT -5
` ♚ B L U E P A W ♚  words . tags ♚ The blue molly had been resting her aching limbs when Owlpaw came over. Out of the blue, like most of their conversations had been recently. The lead that had been oozing through her limbs curled back into her growing stomach as she shot to her paws. Fighting. It was like whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She understood fighting, she could read it and more importantly, she could do this for her half-brother. The tables were turning and she sure as hell would cling on.
”It’s going to be brutal and you will never be the same, but sure” That bright, crazy look made it looked like her eyes were glowing, her lips curling back into her favorite savage smile. ”Follow me, brother” She then lead him away from the clans, padding across the icy ground confidently. It had been long enough for her wounds to heal enough for her to walk, and long enough for her to definitely have a stomach.
”I will teach you what you need to know about sparring first because it is most essential for your survival, afterwards I will teach you how to read your opponent, read the battlefield. The second part will change your view on the world, I promise you. You will no longer see your clan as a bunch of friends, you will see who is the strongest warrior, who to put where if something attacks us and who looks like they are in danger or will endanger the clan” Every word was confident, coming from a cat that had be honed from an apprentice to weapon. Hollowdusk would be proud of her, even if he was disgusted at her right now.
”You will probably also lose a lot of blood, and so will I, eventually” She paused ”If you still want to do this we will get right into it”
` all my ladies wine to the left, sway to the right, drop it down low then take it back high
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 23:26:52 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
A smile curled up the Shadowclanners lips as mint green eyes observed how quickly Bluepaw got to her paws, the size of her belly not able to restrict her movements during her surge of excitement. While Owlpaw wouldn't mention it to her, it brought him great joy to see the she-cat temporarily leave the depressed slump she had been in. Hell, if he had known mentioning fight training would return his half-sister to her usual self, he would have brought it up sooner!
"Good," Owlpaw responded with a smirk as he trailed after the older feline. He didn't know how much of her talk was realistic, but he would take a stronger version of himself over the wimp who kept getting his ass handed to him any day. He rolled his eyes once during Bluepaws speech, surprised to see just how much she sounded like the mentor she had complained about on more than one occasion. It wasn't until Bluepaw mentioned bloodshed that Owlpaw paused and pursed his lips.
Owlpaw thought about Maplepaw and what she would think. A few scratches would be fine, but if he got seriously wounded they would have a big problem on their paws. They had to play things safe since neither Clan had an experienced medicine cat with access to a supply of herbs. Hell, Shadowclan had no medicine cat at all.
"If we're going to do this, we need to set some rules. No attacking fresh wounds, because if you rip open my ribcage I might actually bleed out, and Marigoldpelt isn't here to save my ass this time," Owlpaw meowed with a hint of regret at the she-cats death. He still partially blamed himself. "In turn, I won't be attacking your stomach even if you instruct me to. We aren't going to endanger anyone's lives today." The tabby tom put it simply, making sure he was vague enough that if any cat were to overhear them and somehow still remained unaware of Bluepaws pregnancy, they wouldn't hear it from his mouth.
"Lets just not go crazy like we usually do. I don't want to get myself killed trying to learn the basics." 360 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Oct 23, 2018 21:15:20 GMT -5
` ♚ B L U E P A W ♚ words . tags ♚ As Owlpaw lay down his own law she lowered to a sitting position, resting on her haunches. This whole pregnancy thing was a bit tiresome now. She had seen some molly’s double her size in pregnancy but if she was correct she was due soon. Some of his rules did make sense, like not attacking her stomach. She would be able to keep her claws sheathed, at least a little bit. They did need to keep their strength for the journey.
”I guess we can start from the bottom and work our way up” Her way of agreeing to his terms. Personally, she would have preferred to jump right into it, but considering their situation he was right. Damn, Owlpaw was right a lot these days. He certainly was growing up… and she was glad that in the future she’d be able to stake a claim to this young man before her.
How to start mentoring him? For a second panic sparked in her eyes. She had never had an official mentor, at least not one that had taught her what all the other apprentices were learning. ”So I don’t exactly know how all the other apprentices learned what they learnt, but I know that basic moves” A pause to collect her thoughts ”When I was being trained I was told not to use any moves I was taught, to go with the flow. To do that you have to have some understanding on basic fighting… and I know you do, but you have no technique” After getting all that out she started to feel it coming a bit more naturally.
She heaved herself onto her paws once more, flicking his flank ”The first thing to know is to always keep balance. Keep her shoulders square and in line with your paws, tail slightly above the ground. If you do get unbalanced focus your weight on your back paws as they are more easy to support your body on” She then strode behind him, thinking to the first move you get taught as an apprentice.
”I’m pretty sure you guys usually get caught the back slash first, which is when you face away from them and then leap onto your front paws while kicking your back paws out. It isn’t the best move as you wont be hitting them with as much strength because your also focusing on going upwards” She then turned back around to face his tail. ”If the cat is smaller then you I’d suggest rearing up - if your close - or running at them – if your far behind – and tackling them from behind." She padded forward, placing a paw on his spine with a grunt. ”The first paw could either go here or to the side of the spine, with the other paw hooking into the loose skin between the hind-legs and stomach” She placed the paw there before backing away. "If you don’t have enough strength to take them down like that, two sharp blows to the tendons should weaken their legs. If you do decide to do it with claws though, you need to understand that you could snap their tendons and they wouldn’t be able to walk.”
After explaining she reared up, slamming a paw next to his spine and the other on his side. It took a bit of effort but considering the fact she was taller than him and carrying a few extra beings inside of her she managed to flip him. After stepping back to give him space she continued on ”If you do it hard enough you might be able to wind them… Now your turn to do it to me. Do whatever way you want, it’s okay if you don’t get it the first time or if I’m too big, it’s good to practice.”
With a deep breath she squared her shoulders, trying to keep from panting. She wasn’t about to admit that this much exercise was tiring her out, how embarrassing!
` all my ladies wine to the left, sway to the right, drop it down low then take it back high
bitch i don't need introduction, follow my simple instruction |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2018 0:23:08 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
Hearing Bluepaw agree to his terms, the tabby tom gave a swift nod of his head to show that he was now on board with whatever she had planned for the day. He made sure not to comment on the look of fear that lingered in her deep blue eyes, because Owlpaw knew she'd be a great teacher, no matter what. Hell, Owlpaw had lost every fight he ever had with Bluepaw, there was no one he'd rather teach him. He knew the strength she held in those muscled legs.
Normally he wouldn't be scared of hurting the she-cat, as she could easily tough out anything he dished to her and return it with twice as much force... but with kittens on the way? Owlpaw would have to be super careful. He didn't want to scratch her, to cut the skin and make her bleed, or do anything that would risk her getting an infected wound that would take her strength. He reminded himself to just not use his claws, even if Bluepaw yelled at him for it. He'd rather her be pissed that he wasn't 'following her instructions' than feel like the sole reason one of his nieces or nephews came out stillborn.
"Ouch, not going to put it nicely for your dear, baby brother?" Owlpaw teased as Bluepaw mentioned his complete and total lack of technique. He wasn't going to deny it, Bluepaw already knew the truth. If any other cat had said that to his face, though, Owlpaw wouldn't hesitate to slap his paw across their muzzle. Since this was Bluepaw, though, Owlpaw watched with an amused smile as the she-cat walked around him, her tail flicking his flank as she went on describing techniques to him. She was so nervous just a moment ago, but she already sounded like a mentor who knew exactly what they were doing.
In turn with Bluepaws words, Owlpaw squared his shoulders and lifted his tail, doing his best to mimic the picture she was painting in his mind's eye. He listened intently to her words, determined to commit everything she said to memory. It was a lot to learn and honestly, Owlpaw didn't know what he'd be the best at. He had a feeling that raw strength wouldn't be on his side, especially if he were going up against a male cat that had three or more inches on him. No, speed would probably be the main factor in Owlpaws fighting style. It definitely didn't seem like he was going to get any taller.
Mint green eyes widened slightly as he was taken by surprise- Bluepaw hadn't exactly warned him that she was about to take their verbal lesson in a new direction. Before he knew it, Owlpaw was flipped onto his back where he felt dazed for a few seconds as he stared up into the faint blue sky. Blinking his eyes not once, but twice, the Shadowclan apprentice climbed back onto his paws as Bluepaw backed out of his field of vision. Okay, it's time to get serious. No more fucking around.
Owlpaw didn't hesitate as he kicked off in a sprint, snow spraying behind him from the force he took off with. He ran, full pelt, towards Bluepaw, until he got *just close enough*- and then he turned. Forcing his left paw into the snow, Owlpaws body swung in a half circle and he quickly found himself positioned behind Bluepaw- but... he was facing her now. Wasn't he supposed to be facing away from her? Without thinking, Owlpaw spun around quickly on his paws and, digging his front paws into the snow he reared up on his front paws and kicked out his hind legs as forcefully as he could, nailing Bluepaw in the back of her haunches.
Dropping all four feet back onto the ground, Owlpaw narrowed his eyes slightly as he swung his body around to face Bluepaw and see exactly what he just did, as he had a feeling he hadn't done it right at all. "I think I lost a step somewhere in your explanation," Owlpaw meowed in a confused tone. 688 words
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Post by Ferntrail on Nov 17, 2018 1:58:32 GMT -5
` ♚ B L U E P A W ♚ words . tags ♚Bluepaw didn’t have it in her to admit that this training was going to take a lot out of her, but she could admit that she had been hella lucky. Sure she’d been beat up majorly by the foxes and Owlpaw, but nothing had been infected. She couldn’t see anything out of her green hued eye, but she admired the savage look it gave her. Still, there had been minimal puss and nothing important had been injured.
She would always have the ring of scars around her flank, but her thick pelt would hopefully grow over them. Despite the fact she definitely liked the new additions to her bitchy look, Bluepaw had decided she didn’t want anymore. At least not from her brother. Owlpaw also seemed to get that, as she noted the fact he wasn’t completely relaxed. He wasn’t giving everything he was into the fighting.
”As much of a baby as you act, your not little anymore Owlpaw” she purred, very much teasing him. ”In fact, despite the lack of prey you’re looking a little tubby. You need to put your strength in hitting your opponents hard, not growing out your belly” A complete and utter lie, but still fun to bat his way anyway.
Then Bluepaw focused on the more physical side, stopping the chattering. She could hear him charging behind her, and it took all her control not to tense up. Before he reared up he spun around, and then kicked out with a quite hefty kick. As it nailed her right in the muscles, she felt her rump raise into the air slightly before she was skidding forward, falling into the snow. It definitely hurt, and if he had been going all out, that as a starting move in a battle would give him a definite chance to come out on top.
Heaving herself back onto her paws, she took a moment to shake out her legs. ”Maybe your problem isn’t your stature, or strength after all” She meowed in a light tone, before getting into the more technical side of shit. ”That move is indeed powerful and I definitely encourage you to use it, but it was not what I showed you” Amusement glimmered in her eye at his confused tone ”However you seem to understand that”
”They are basically the same move, except for the fact they are suited to different cats. I personally like doing it my way, but if that feels more comfortable to you,I’d suggest using it” she then scooped some snow into a lump so she could demonstrate on that, and he could watch. ”I will show you the difference however it will be up to you to choose what suits the situation best”
Backing up from the lump of snow she took him through what he had done. ”You ran up to me with a nice speed, but I think when you got behind me you got confused. Once getting behind me you twisted around on your front paws and kicked me with your back legs” She then went through what he did slowly, kicking out at the pile of snow with a flick of her legs. ”This will work just as well as the move I described, but when you ran up behind me I could hear you. Depending on the cat they could either turn around; if they did you could nail them in the face or chest which would be just as effective as getting them in the legs or flank, but they could run away instead. If you turn around you won’t be able to hit them, if they dash forward. I prefer the other way because it allows you to ‘hop’ after them”
She then rebuilt her mound of snow, demonstrating what she had done to him. Despite the extra weight she sunk into her haunches with confidence, springing forward and slamming one paw smack down into the middle of the snow pile, the other one slapping into its side.
After demolishing the pile of snow she turned to him, cocking her kitty-brows up. ”Do you understand now? Or do you have any questions?”
` all my ladies wine to the left, sway to the right, drop it down low then take it back high
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2018 16:59:07 GMT -5
I said hey look Ma, I made it.
"How's that for tubby?" Owlpaw replied with a purr as he watched Bluepaw pick herself up from where she had fallen in the snow. It appeared as if the impact of her fall had caused the snow to solidify into clumps that now hung on her short fur like icicles. The tom watched with renewed interest as Bluepaw began to demonstrate what he had done compared to what she had done. He watched as the snow crumpled under the weight of one of her paws, appearing more than ever like a 'little brother' who would you teach all the worlds 'secrets' to. At this moment, Bluepaw was definitely playing the role of 'coolest big sister'.
Brows were furrowed as Owlpaw thought about the technique Bluepaw was attempting to teach him. It made sense, or at least Owlpaw thought it did, but Bluepaw had brought up something he had never thought about before. Different cats relied on different techniques in battle, for every cat had a strength and a weakness. Bluepaw was a strong she-cat, she had overpowered Owlpaw in every single fight they had ever had. And sure, maybe Owlpaw was able to get her down once or twice, but at the end of the day, Owlpaw was always the loser. Mint eyes flicked up from where they had been fixated on a crushed pile of snow, Owlpaws face scrunched up as if he were disgusted by something. What if Owlpaw was just... weak?
Owlpaw lifted one leg at a time, his gaze searching every inch of his body. He was slim, he very much looked like how he did as a five month old kitten, his fur too short to keep him properly warm and his skin sticking to his bones. He then looked at Bluepaw. She was a mixture of much too skinny with a round belly that would swing slightly as she walked. But Bluepaw had something Owlpaw didn't. She was tall, and she was muscular. Bluepaw was built for strength. He... wasn't. He was built for...
Owlpaws eyes widened as pictures from his kithood flashed through his mind. Images of snatching food from under another cats nose, pictures of fleeing under a twolegs legs as they tried to trap him with their clumsy paws. Owlpaw had survived in the city due to his speed. He didn't need to overpower his enemies, he needed to strike quickly and get out of their range!
Bounding forward, Owlpaw tackled Bluepaw and clung to her shoulders as the two felines flipped a couple times before coming to a halt in a bed of snow. "I figured it out, Bluepaw!" the tabby panted as he stood over his sister, awkwardly straddling the she-cats large belly. "Strength is my problem, I could never match what you threw at me and you could always hit me twice as hard!" Bouncing free from Bluepaws grasp, Owlpaw spun around to look at the molly with excitement glinting in his eyes. "Do you know any moves that rely on speed?" 504 words
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