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Post by rose on Nov 23, 2015 18:48:57 GMT -8
The sun shimmers down from the cloudless skies and the tall grass dances with the gentle breeze. A perfect day to train her apprentice. Mothwing plays the memory of asking her dear apprentice, Nightpaw, to meet her here at sunhigh. She snaps out of the memory when the scent of badger nearby. Sending a jolt down her spine as the warrior blood cries out to hunt but she pushes the urge down.
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Post by night on Nov 24, 2015 11:21:15 GMT -8
Nightpaw went to the badger set, his tail lashing uneasily at the stale smell of the animal. He saw his mentor, Mothwing, there. "Hey, Mothwing," he greeted, dipping his head. He glanced to the sky, and saw that it was a little past sunhigh.
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Post by rose on Nov 27, 2015 8:05:02 GMT -8
Mothwing glared at him sternly, "you're late" she mews. The red warrior knew it was only a bit past sun high. No damage done. However, she wants Nightpaw to know that when she says 'Training is at sunhigh' that she meant it! He has already failed and the training hasn't begun. Nightpaw will have to redeem himself, prove to his mentor that he is taking his training seriously. She is eager to see his strength.
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Post by night on Nov 27, 2015 11:54:23 GMT -8
 | 8 Moons | ♂
| Bisexual | | WindClan | Apprentice | Mothwing | | Yellow | Black | Mate |
Nightpaw snorted, annoyed. "I was just a bit late," he protested, his tail slowly lashing from one side to another. He didn't feel like listening to his mentor's petty complaints.
After a few moments of silence, Nightpaw rose to his paws. The really faint badger scent made him a little nervous -- the body of his mother laid limp and lifeless in his mind, the marks of badger claws across her flank. But he wouldn't show it. He wasn't weak, he wasn't a coward. "What will you teach me today?" he inquired, his whiskers twitching. He wanted to start training as soon as possible, to forget about his troubled thoughts and the proximity of leaf-bare.
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Post by rose on Nov 29, 2015 1:16:58 GMT -8
Mothwing's nose scrunched hearing the black tom's response. It has been a few moons since Nightpaw became her apprentice and she has been learning more and more about the young cat everyday. Soaking up his personality, strength and weaknesses like a mossball. Mothwing's tail flicks a bit in annoyance, how disrespectful! She was just about to speak but flame of anger quickly died down when she saw emotion in his eyes and brushes off his words with ease. She rises to all fours, her eyes gentle and meows calmly, "We will be learning a new fighting techniques. First, I will teach you the back kick technique." Mothwing targets a rock across from where the two stood, she tenses her front and back leg muscles, "Watch carefully Nightpaw. This fighting technique could save your life!" She sprints towards the rock turns quick and kicks the rock with her back legs, putting all her weight on her front paws. When her back legs drop to floor, she slinks to her apprentice's side, "now your turn" she mews, pointing at the rock with her rosy nose.
(OOC: Got any plot ideas on what happens? I was thinking that maybe Nightpaw and Mothwing don't get along during the training and they somehow run into the badger? And Nightpaw just freezes cuz of what happened in his past and she saves him? That could help them build a better bond. Mothwing could hear him out too.
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Post by night on Nov 29, 2015 10:02:49 GMT -8
| 8 Moons | ♂
| Bisexual | | WindClan | Apprentice | Mothwing | | Yellow | Black | Mate |
Nightpaw's ears pricked as he watched Mothwing do the technique. He tried to memorize the movements his mentor had done, to do it perfectly -- or almost perfectly, as things usually didn't go well on the first try. He padded towards a few tail-lengths from the rock and nodded. "Alright."
He sprinted to the rock and kicked it with his hind legs, but losed balance and fell to his side. "Mouse-dung!" he cursed as he got up, shaking dirt from his fur. He was ready to try again when he noticed a smell that made his fur bristle. He didn't say anything, though; it probably was his mind playing tricks on him.
| TAGGED | NOTES | WORDS | | - | I like that idea! It'd definitely make them closer. | 111 |
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Post by rose on Dec 1, 2015 10:51:36 GMT -8
(Ooc: alright I'll make the badger appear in the next reply)
Mothwing sighs then shakes her head, "you almost had it and on the first try too." Her tone changes to a more serious tone when she says, "have you been listening to me at all? Have I taught you nothing about keeping your balance? To check your surroundings? To be ready from sprinting like a headless hare at the enemy? You never listen to my lectures." Mothwing's ears perked up and the smell of badger grew strong. She knew badgers were strong and vicious but she was confident that they can out run it. Windclan cats are known to be quick on their paws after all. However, she mentally notes that after Nightpaw's final attempt that they will call it a day and go back to camp. She stands tall on her paws, whiskers quivering with anxiety, "try again!" She demanded.
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Post by night on Dec 1, 2015 13:40:48 GMT -8
The reek of badger was getting stronger, and his mind couldn't focus on anything else. He nodded curtly, but his heart was pounding. Nightpaw tried again, but fell again because his front legs were trembling like leaves. He glanced to Mothwing, deep shame on his yellow eyes.
Not waiting for Mothwing's request to try it again, he focused on the rock. He tried to forget about the badger and his mother's body. He sprinted, and kicked the rock with his hind legs. He landed on the rock and he clawed it before going with his mentor, not saying anything and not waiting for praise. His mind revolved around the badger again.
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Post by rose on Dec 1, 2015 14:46:14 GMT -8
Mothwing watched concerned for Nightpaw. What is wrong? She thought. A flash of black and white appears out of the tall grass, the badger was charging for the black tom. Mothwing's senses heightens as her warrior blood rushes through her veins. Hot. Pounding chest. Everything is happening so quickly, she yowls with fear "Nightpaw! Run!" She bolts behind him, her claws dig into the soil, her muscles tense up and fur prickles with anxiety. The badger stops in its tracks, it's body in a awkward stance, snarling. Mothwing glares at the badger's every movement.
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Post by night on Dec 6, 2015 8:07:33 GMT -8
Nightpaw didn't move or respond. His body was frozen in fear, and his yellow eyes were open wide. He could almost see his mother in front of him, her body limp and lifeless. He seemed to be away of the world, and the only thing he could notice was the badger who got nearer and nearer. But he didn't move.
'I'll die just like mom...' he thought. He tried to run, but his body didn't answer. He felt heavy and his heart was pounding in his ears.
//sorry for taking so much answering!
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Post by rose on Dec 6, 2015 18:13:59 GMT -8
"Go now!" She yowls back at the scared tom who wasn't going to budge. She gives the badge a menacing glare, she tries to think of a plan in a matter of seconds and runs behind the badger, quickly lashing her claws at the badger's side then taking large steps back. The badger barks at the she cat with anger, pulling its attention away from Nightpaw. Mothwing storms into the tall grass with the badger close behind, the tall grass shaking violently from the chase. Mothwing knew she can't kill it alone but she can try to injure it and make it flee, so she gave the badger a bite on one of its hind legs and claws it's nose. The badger swipes it's paw at Mothwing and the air was knocked out of her. She awkwardly rushes to her four paws, trying to get some air into her body. Then hisses with her body arched and fur rising. The badger decides she isn't worth picking a fight anymore and backs away into the grass, barking. Mothwing stands her ground for a few more seconds then relaxes her muscles. She runs back to Nightpaw, a bit exaggerated.
Ooc: it's alright:)
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Post by night on Dec 6, 2015 18:53:01 GMT -8
Nightpaw seemed to come back from a nightmare when he heard the she-cat's pawsteps. He turned around, his heart still pounding and his flanks rising and falling rapidly. He blinked, but his yellow eyes were still open wide. He stared at Mothwing, a grateful look in his gaze. "I was about to end like mom..." he said as he got closer to his mentor and pushed his muzzle into her fur, his body shaking slightly. "You saved me. T-Thank you, Mothwing. Thank you."
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