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Post by SHADE. :D on Mar 14, 2008 11:18:27 GMT -5
As his fluffy ginger paws struck the earth at a steady, plodding pace, Flaxpaw felt his thoughts fly away with him again. He began to wonder about everything, not just the looming threat of the Tribe and the upcoming battle. The little ginger tabby tom's green eyes turned upward to the skies, which had taken on a pale azure colour, and his lips opened in a sigh. Was StarClan watching now? What had Amethyststar said? StarClan was blocked? It made Flaxpaw feel surprisingly alone and bare. He hadn't realised quite how much he depended on StarClan until they were no longer there. Flaxpaw shivered a little beneath his thick, fluffy coat, and pulled his thoughts back to the present.
Flaxpaw knew he needed this training. He was but a young tom of seven moons, about to enter a huge, chaotic battle. The apprentice had never fought before, discounting scuffles with Mistypaw when they had still been kits in the nursery. The fluffy ginger tabby craned his neck, spotting the bracken-coloured stripes of Grainpelt's tail. He blinked for a moment at the back end of his mentor, and older brother. He felt utterly confused. Grainpelt, Mousewind and Hazelfrost had never mentioned a long lost sister, not until now. Who was this Pecankit? Where was she? What was she like? Would she ever return? Would he get on with her? Flaxpaw could not help the childish thought as it entered his mind. He just wanted all this terror to end, and soon. |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Mar 14, 2008 20:54:52 GMT -5
The forest had always calmed Grainpelt, but the Shaded Clearing and Birch Glade seemed to be an even more serene. Not only would the wind not be a distraction, but the ground here was level and tough - perfect for battle training. Part of Grainpelt couldn't help but smile when he realized how bright Flaxpaw's pelt was - while Grainpelt himself blended into the scenery, Flaxpaw stood out against everything except, well... a forest fire. And Grainpelt prefered not to think about that. Not being a mind reader or even a very good expression reader, Grainpelt simply smiled and began the lesson. Because of his brother's fluffy coat and fiery coloring, surprise wasn't an option. He'd just have to rely on brute-out force, and probably using his small size to his advantage. Grainpelt rolled this all over in his mind, finally taking into grasp what it meant to be a mentor.
"Okay, then," he meowed, cuffing Flaxpaw over the ear to get his complete focus. But... even then, Flaxpaw seemed spaced out. What was wrong...? Either way, he had to teach his brother at least the basics. Distracted or not, they could work it over and over until Flaxpaw got it right. "First, a basic tactic that will work on large cats, like me. Use your back legs to jump up onto my back, then hold on - if I try to flip over and squish you, try your best to jump out of the way then get my belly with your claws. Got it?" he meowed, wondering if he should have demonstraited... or was this too complicated? The honey-colored tabby shook his head and waited for Flaxpaw's attack. |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Mar 15, 2008 10:48:46 GMT -5
Flaxpaw jumped as his brother's large golden paw struck his large pointed ear. The fluffy ginger tabby apprentice blinked a couple of times in stunned surprise, before shaking his head and focusing. The ginger tabby tom shook himself and listened carefully to what Grainpelt was saying. The fluffy young tom gave a little nod, trying to go over the sequence in his head. Squaring his broad shoulders, the apprentice leapt. Halfway towards Grainpelt, he realised he had not leapt quite high enough. The tom tried to stop himself, flailing with all four paws, and ended up kicking his mentor's muzzle quite powerfully. Landing sprawled on the grass, Flaxpaw scrambled to his paws, eyes wide. "Oh, Graibpelt, I'm sorry!" he mewed breathlessly. "I didn't mean to do it, I - I'm sorry, please - It won't happen again!" The tabby cowered, ears flat, eyes down. |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Mar 15, 2008 15:35:23 GMT -5
The moment Flaxpaw's leg connected with Grainpelt's chin the older tomcat recoiled sharply, his neck and muzzle hurting something feirce. Shaking his head to make sure his neck was still intact, Grainpelt gave his wildly beating chest a few quick licks before approaching Flaxpaw. If his muzzle and mouth didn't hurt so much he probably would have laughed a little at his submissive position, but for now he was just glad that his brother's claws had be scheathed.
"I'm not going to hit you," Grainpelt managed as much humor in his voice as he could as he spoke with his aching mouth. "But you do have strong back legs. I learned that the hard way," he paused to smile at his brother to show he meant no harm by that comment, "and let's make sure whoever you fight against learns it like that, too. Try that move again, though, I want to see you do it." the golden tom nodded again, then poised for Flaxpaw's attack. [/blockquote] |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Mar 16, 2008 7:57:14 GMT -5
Flaxpaw opened one eye slightly as he heard his mentor's words. The fluffy ginger tabby tom raised his head, eyes now wide. The apprentice dipped his head submissively, still severely embarrased by his mistakw. Flaxpaw flattened himself to the grass again, shoulders set and ready. The young tom leapt into the air, this time making sure his jump was high enough. Flaxpaw gripped Grainpelt's strong golden-striped shoulders with sheathed paws, his tail waving to and fro. The apprentice tried to keep a good grip without accidentally sinking in his claws. The ginger tabby didn't want to hurt his mentor any more. |
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Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Mar 16, 2008 8:09:13 GMT -5
Grainpelt huffed as his brother landed on him, Flaxpaw seemed to be much heavier than he had expected. Shaking his massive shoulders to and fro in an attempt to shake him off, the bigger tomcat was surprised that Flaxpaw could hold on without digging in his claws. Deciding to try a tactic that most cats would use during a battle, he began a quick roll to - hopefully - make the fluffy ginger tom jump away from Grainpelt, lest be crushed. [/blockquote] |
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Post by SHADE. :D on Mar 17, 2008 11:11:12 GMT -5
As Flaxpaw clung to Grainpelt's short-furred shoulders, pride rushed through him. The ginger tabby tom's green eyes flashed with triumph. He could fight. He'd be fine! The tom felt Grainpelt move beneath his paws and jumped clear just in time. The apprentice watched his mentor lying prone on his back for a moment, before darting around to his head and savaging his ears with sheathed paws. After a moment Flaxpaw jumped back, huffing and puffing. It took a lot out of him. His chest heaved as he sucked in breath. "Was that okay?" he asked anxiously, kneading the ground with soft paws. |
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