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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 2, 2013 3:45:49 GMT -5
Hawkwing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A sandy colored tom sat atop the rise in the territory. His amber eyes were focused ahead of him. It would seem as though he was busy surveying the territory. In truth, his eyes didn't really see what was before him. Instead, he saw his own memories. He could see them all clearly, as if they had happened the day before. Some were memories that brought the older tom joy. Others were memories that weighed heavily in his heart. He tried to focus on the ones that brought him joy. It was for this reason he came here when the darker memories tried to take control. Here, there was nothing but the joyful memories, of a time when he had been but a young apprentice, listening carefully to Breezeflight's words. He had trained with his siblings here, and it was those memories that he held close.
He also remembered Thunderpaw, his own, excitable apprentice. That wasn't his name anymore, but when Hawkwing was here, he was forever the younger, 28 moon old tom, and Thunderpaw was still the excited, 8 moon old tom he used to be. A smile pulled at his lips, a small, nostalgic smile. He wondered where those days had gone. Some of the greatest days of his life had been when he was training an apprentice. Now, however, it had been seven moons since Thunderpaw had been made a warrior, seven moons without an apprentice. Occasionally, cats came to him for battling tips, or advice, but it wasn't frequent enough to keep the sandy tabby busy. He had too much time to think now. He sighed as he shifted, his tail flicking around to sit over his light paws.
His day had started out normally. He had gotten up for the dawn patrol, which had occupied him for a short amount of time. When he returned, the tom had eaten something. It hadn't been very big, especially when considering his large frame, but he didn't want to take the Clan's food. It had been for that reason he had chosen to go hunting. He had been successful, this was clear by the three mice that sat a tail length from his side. He'd been out a long time, and was probably lucky to have caught that many. He certainly would not take it for granted. He shut his eyes for a moment and sent a silent thank you to StarClan for the success he'd had. He felt as though he should return to camp soon. He may not have been known very well by everyone in the camp, but it was easy to tell when his huge frame was missing for a while. There just seemed as though there was too much empty space without his bulk.
He would leave soon, he promised himself. He would only spend a little more time here. He did enjoy his moments of thought sometimes, when they weren't plagued by his dark memories. His ear flicked slightly, catching a sound not far off. Still, the tom continued to focus on his memories. He thought back, long ago, back over thirty five moons, to the last time he'd seen his brother. Some would think that this was a dark thought. It had been hard, seeing his brother pass, but the truth was, Viperpaw had told him that he thought there was something wrong with him. He had described the tightness in his chest and the shortness of breath. Hawkwing had learnt that, at times, Viperpaw was even in pain due to it. Sometimes, Hawkwing thought that perhaps it had been for the best that the young tom had moved on to StarClan. In StarClan, he could be young and healthy. There were times when Hawkwing did wonder what Viperpaw's warrior name would have been.
In the sandy warrior's opinion, Vipergaze would have suited him well. He could still clearly remember the power in the small black tom's gaze. Now, Leopardstrike's name had suited her just fine. He still remembered how quickly she could strike out, and with such power too. But with her power came a recklessness that ended up costing her her life. Hawkwing wondered if things would have been different had he been there. But as it was, he had been in the medicine cat's den, recovering from a nearly fatal injury. He would not dwell on the past, thinking that he could have done something to save her life. It had been Leopardstrike's decision to attack in revenge for their father, Craterstorm's death. Even so, curiosity pricked the large tabby tom's mind, thinking what would have changed, what would the outcome have been, had he indeed been there with his family at the time.
Another sound caught his attention, closer this time. It sounded like the steady padding of a cat's paws. Hawkwing's jaws slid open as he let the scents from around him wash over him. He could pick out the obvious scents, like the dead mice nearby, and the sandy plateau, but he knew that there was indeed something else that he should be looking for. And then he found it. It was a distinctive scent, one he knew well. It was a member of his Clan, one that Hawkwing often spent time with, even though the tom was a few moons younger than him.
Hawkwing's ears swivelled as he glanced over his shoulder, not yet seeing the other sand colored tom, but trusting that his ears were good enough to hear him when he called out words that might seem to be scolding him, but were in truth nothing more than a friendly greeting. He had faith that the tom would be able to tell that Hawkwing was only pulling his tail. "Eagletalon, you are disturbing my peace. What in the name of StarClan are you doing all the way out here on the Plateau?"
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Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 4:38:17 GMT -5
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"Eagletalon, you are disturbing my peace. What in the name of StarClan are you doing all the way out here on the Plateau?"
"Disturbing your peace, you great big beast! What else do you suppose I do with my free time?" Came the barking response of the sandy warrior Hawkwing had caught wind of a few moments before; Eagletalon's broad shoulders shifted as he stepped down from a large boulder, amber eyes blazing with their usual reckless, but friendly hue. He was a do-or-die sort of tom, and his general default setting was ready-to-go, be it sparring, hunting or anything in between, he attacked each job and challenge with a vigor very few warriors could ever hope to sustain for anywhere near as long as he could.
He was just hardwired for hard-work, and he enjoyed it immensely. At first glance, it would seem rather odd for these two cats to spend time together - their only similarities were their names, right?
Wrong.
Flexing his front legs forward, Eagletalon stretched, a few long scratches momentarily displayed on the junction between his shoulder and neck, the faint staining of blood signifying them as fairly recent. That was nothing, really, just a brief tussle with a kite that had flown too close to the ground; the kite lost, and Eagletalon had won himself a meal for the little ones back in the nursery.
Chuckling, Eagletalon approached Hawkwing's left side, coming up to sit beside his older friend, having long gotten over the annoying fact that Hawkwing was taller and brawnier than he was, and would probably always be. As an apprentice, that had probably bothered him much more than it did now, but Eagletalon wasn't thinking about his own apprenticeship. He was quietly contemplating when Fallingstar, his sister, would grace him with his very own apprentice; this was one of the similarities he shared with the sandy tabby to his right.
They both enjoyed teaching immensely, and while they were very different in their approach to things - he was more of a 'paws on' kind of fella, with Hawkwing having a knack for patience and explanation that Eagletalon, for the life of him, would never come close to having - they could at least agree on the simple pleasure of having an apprentice to pour all their knowledge into.
It was partially for the fun of it, partially for the usefulness, and partially for the sense of pride and joy that came with cultivating StoneClan's next batch of warriors into cats their Clan could be proud of.
"Been out here a while?" Mewed the golden-furred tom, his thin tail wrapping around his paws, the warrior able to ignore the cold so long as he was having a conversation with someone.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 2, 2013 5:03:31 GMT -5
Hawkwing ~~~~~~~~~~ "Disturbing your peace, you great big beast! What else do you suppose I do with my free time?" A smile cracked his muzzle as he heard his friend's barking tone. Hawkwing couldn't help but chuckle at this, flicking his tail in an invitation for the younger tom to sit. Not that Eagletalon would need one. The younger tom had spent a fair amount of time with Hawkwing, and had come to understand that the huge tabby tom was very welcoming most of the time. He didn't mind it when others came to sit beside him, even during his thinking time. This was not taking into account that the other tom was easily one of his closest friends, even with the age gap between them. Hawkwing's amber eyes flicked to Eagletalon, watching as the other sandy brown tom pulled to a stop beside him. Though Eagletalon was not as large as Hawkwing was, there was no one in the Clan Hawkwing trusted more to fight by his side.
"Been out here a while?" Hawkwing nodded his head to this comment, his tail swishing across the ground slightly. "I fear I have indeed. Where you choose to spend your free time due to lack of an apprentice moving through the camp, bothering older warriors," Hawkwing purred slightly, flicking Eagletalon with his tail as he spoke. "I spend that time thinking far too much. And I have far too much to think about it seems." He told him, shifting his weight slightly, his huge paws scuffing the ground softly. He raised his head slightly, straightening himself in a stretch, before turning to look at Eagletalon more directly. "Tell me... How is your sister doing? The Clan has been put through some... Interesting twists. How is Fallingstar handling it. You should keep an eye on her, Eagletalon. Siblings should be well cherished." His deep voice rumbled as his gaze shifted once more.
Eagletalon hadn't been born when Hawkwing's brother, Viperpaw, had died. He might just have been old enough to remember when Leopardstrike was killed. "You won't know just how much she means to you until she's gone. But, with nine lives, she might just outlive you, hm?" He joked with Eagletalon, chuckling again. "That's enough of this old cat's rambling though. Honest to StarClan, how is she? And how are you?" [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 5:31:38 GMT -5
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"Tell me... How is your sister doing? The Clan has been put through some... Interesting twists. How is Fallingstar handling it. You should keep an eye on her, Eagletalon. Siblings should be well cherished."
The words Hawkwing spoke caused the playful glitter of his eyes to fade just slightly, giving way for a harder glint of a warrior forced to deal with something he thought he'd never have to - a deputy's betrayal. Eagletalon heaved a sigh, sounding aggravated just thinking about it. "She's coping with it, I guess," muttered Eagletalon, speaking up as he released another sigh, this time in accompaniment with a violent lash of his tail. It made his blood boil just thinking about it. "She's always been...somewhat paranoid, ever since she became leader, so she's taking this extremely hard. Her'n'Falconleap had been on decent terms. It came as a great shock to her."
He didn't really need reminding to hold his siblings close, and had it been anyone else, Eagletalon would have grumbled even more and probably retorted with something rude, but Hawkwing's advice was sound, just as it always was. Besides, it wasn't as if Hawkwing had not lost anyone close to him; the tom spoke from experience, and Eagletalon, both as a younger warrior to an older warrior, as well as a friend, could understand why he said what he said.
"As for me - " started the sandy warrior, rolling his wide, scarred shoulders as though to work out the kinks from hunting that kite earlier " - I'm just waiting for all this snow to melt and the prey to come back. And an apprentice of my own, again. I miss it, y'know? Being able to train someone into a great warrior." Hawkwing would understand what he meant. Eagletalon was confident that the older tom shared his views even more than he let on. They're always full of such promise, mused the StoneClanner, this time sighing with peace in mind rather than thoughts of treachery and concern for his sister. I'd love to show some bright young apprentice around the territory, answer all their questions, teach 'em how to fight properly, show them what it truly means to be a StoneClan cat.
This and battles was what Eagletalon lived for; the ability to strengthen StoneClan, one apprentice chock-full of potential at a time.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 2, 2013 12:06:09 GMT -5
Hawkwing ~~~~~~~~~~ "She's coping with it, I guess," Hawkwing bobbed his head slightly. Coping was just about all she could do, all things considered. "She's always been...somewhat paranoid, ever since she became leader, so she's taking this extremely hard. Her'n'Falconleap had been on decent terms. It came as a great shock to her." The large, sandy tabby tom let out a soft sigh at this, shaking his head. His amber eyes stared on ahead, narrowed but unseeing. “I believe it came as a shock for us all.” He stated simply. His ear flicked slightly, catching the hidden sounds of nearby prey in the cold, dry Leafbare air.
“May StarClan guide her well in her next decision.” He whispered. He really hoped that whoever she chose next would serve her as any deputy should. What happened had been unimaginable, and unexpected. For a young leader who was still new to the whole thing, it must have been heard for her. With the younger sand colored tom began to speak, Hawkwing turned his gaze towards him, curious to know just how his friend was doing. Some cats had a tendency to hide how they felt, thinking it was weak. To Hawkwing, it was not a weakness, but a strength to be able to seek someone out when they needed help.
" - I'm just waiting for all this snow to melt and the prey to come back. And an apprentice of my own, again. I miss it, y'know? Being able to train someone into a great warrior." Hawkwing chuckled, nodding his head. He did indeed know, as the older warrior felt the same. “Ah yes, an apprentice. One of the greatest accomplishments any warrior could hope to achieve is watching their apprentice leave their old name behind for good, and join the ranks of a StoneClan warrior.”
Hawkwing remembered when he own apprentice had been given his warrior name. It had been one of the proudest moments in his life. He had almost felt like a father to the young apprentice, standing tall and proud as Thunderpaw finally became a warrior. “I miss the days of training, I do indeed. There is always so much potential in them, to make them into a strong warrior who will fight for the Clan. To think that they are your responsibility, that they lie in your paws… It is a difficult feeling to match.” His rumbling voice quieted for a minute, before he commented on the other part of what he had said.
“As for the snow, I could certainly do without it. We could all use the prey, and proper plump prey too, not the scrawny stuff you find in Leafbare. Thank StarClan we find any at all in these harsh times.” He shook his head with a sigh. [/size]
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Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 21:33:29 GMT -5
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“Ah yes, an apprentice. One of the greatest accomplishments any warrior could hope to achieve is watching their apprentice leave their old name behind for good, and join the ranks of a StoneClan warrior.”
For reasons Eagletalon didn't want to talk about, those words rang hollow in the center of the brawny warrior's heart: his second apprentice, Adderpaw, had succumbed to greencough before he could help her achieve the status of warrior, and he still felt so much regret over it. If only he'd doubled up on her training when she was still young, healthy and strong - if only. But Eagletalon had not been, nor would he ever be, a seer. He could not glimpse into the future and see what other tragedies would befall his Clan and the cats around him.
He was only a bystander to the fates, his input did not matter.
Determined not to let the suddenly grim feeling settling in his breast nor the equally trying words Hawkwing spoke next dampen the mood further, the sandy warrior nudged Hawkwing's shoulder, snorting. "When did you become such a pessimist? Lighten up, Hawkwing. The spring will come, the prey will come back, the snow will melt. In the meantime try not to turn into an old geezer long before your time, okay?"
His eyes twinkled with mirth, Eagletalon lurching forward to move ahead a few rabbitlengths, before turning to face the bulkier tom, ears pricking forward with the sudden idea. "Say, what do you think of you'n'me taking all of the StoneClan apprentices out here for a bit of battle training, huh? Seeing as how we don't have our own apprentices, why not just train all of them?" This drew forth a raspy purr from deep within Eagletalon's vocal cords, this sort of thing being just his style. Ever the adventurous one, Eagletalon was willing to go to unorthodox methods to achieve the same goal in the end.
Besides, he couldn't really see Fallingstar saying no to the idea. Better trained apprentices meant stronger warriors, which meant a stronger Clan as a whole.
Not to mention the not-so-small matter of loyalty: due to this recent betrayal, Eagletalon wanted to boost StoneClan morale, and what better way to do that than with a good old fashioned spar? Of course, both he and Hawkwing (particularly Hawkwing, who had a better vocabulary than he did) would be able to bless the bunch with a few pearls of wisdom about strength of character, judgment, loyalty - all the good stuff, really.
Now then. What did Hawkwing think of that?
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 2, 2013 22:33:05 GMT -5
Really, the lack of prey should not irritate her as much as it did. She had had moons of a dwindling food supply and numerous failures, which would not be overlooked despite the circumstances, to adjust to it, yet she found herself irked more with the passing day. For the amount of time she spent hunting and the time she had taken to refine her skills, she should have had far more success. While any other cat would be comforted with the knowledge that circumstances, like the weather and the shortage itself, were out of her control, Hailstrike refused that same comfort, scorning those that did not. A warrior like that was not working to the best of their ability, and they were a disgrace. She, on the other hand, did not delude herself with those lies, for she knew that she could perform better than she had been these past moons. The weather, or anything of the like, was no excuse for her unreasonable number of failures, and she refused to let it become one.
Clearly uncomprehending of the direness of the situation, the other warriors had only rolled their eyes and turned back to their conversations when she icily suggested that a few of them form a hunting patrol. With her gone and Fallingstar a wreck, the lazy cats seemed to have lost every bit of motivation they possessed. As always, she had been out before daybreak hunting almost non-existent prey, while they took the time to relax and catch up on some gossip. It was maddening. With irate strides, she abandoned the pathetic cats they called warriors and exited the camp for some fresh air.
If someone asked her why she had found her way back to the Sandy Plateau, she would not be able to provide an answer. Slowly, her anger dissipated as her mind became occupied with why her paws had carried her back to the all-too familiar training ground. Unbidden, icy blue eyes flicked to the sky. Ah. She would have met Granitepaw here around this time for battle training or otherwise. An odd mixture of nostalgia and pride filled her, and with relative ease, she swallowed the emotion. Over the past few days, she had found it harder than she expected to not have a little shadow following her around anymore. Though I suppose he wasn't that little toward the end, She mused idly, tail tip flicking lightly. All traces of her former irritation were gone as fond, if not slightly bittersweet, memories of training filled her. Blue eyes gazed around the familiar area, and she pictured the two of them.
Ahh look, there we are. There were the well-defined shoulders of her apprentice, and beside them were her own broad shoulders. What? Narrowing her eyes, she peered toward the two silouhettes again, sincerely worried for her sanity. Those were two, very real cats, not figments of an overactive imagination. Hailstrike groaned. She could not afford to lose it now. Resisting the urge to bash her head against a rock, the she-cat plodded forward through the snow, curious as to what two warriors were doing here, of all places. A closer look allowed her to identify them as Hawkwing and Eagletalon. Snow crunched under her paws, announcing her presense to the pair before she even uttered a single word. She arrived just in time to catch the tail end of Eagletalon's statement. Ears flicked.
"I think that would be beneficial for everyone," Hailstrike spoke up, moving to stand beside Eagletalon. "You were talking about a mass battle training session, correct?" Sitting, she curled her tail around her paws, eyes shifting to Hawkwing's. "Mind if I join you?"
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 3, 2013 1:28:24 GMT -5
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"When did you become such a pessimist? Lighten up, Hawkwing. The spring will come, the prey will come back, the snow will melt. In the meantime try not to turn into an old geezer long before your time, okay?" The sandy colored tabby let out a sound that was halfway between a purr and a snort. It was a sound he often made in retaliation to a comment about his age. Without warning, Eagletalon sprang forward, seemingly boasting about his youthful age. However, Hawkwing recognized the glint of an idea in the tom’s mind. The older tom tipped his head, awaiting his friend’s voice.
"Say, what do you think of you'n'me taking all of the StoneClan apprentices out here for a bit of battle training, huh? Seeing as how we don't have our own apprentices, why not just train all of them?" His ears pricked up at this, partially with interested, partially because he heard the distinctive sound of approaching paws once more. He glanced over his shoulder to see the she-cat known by the name of Hailstrike exiting the undergrowth and heading for them. Hawkwing then heard her voice as she came to position herself on Eagletalon’s other side. "I think that would be beneficial for everyone,"
Hawkwing nodded his head in agreement to the she-cat’s statement. It was indeed a fine idea, one that could not only benefit the apprentices, but many of the warriors as well. "You were talking about a mass battle training session, correct?" Amber eyes met the she-cat’s eyes. "Mind if I join you?" The large tom flicked his tail a moment before he spoke up. “Eagletalon had indeed just suggested a mass battle training session, you are correct. His suggestion took into account all of the apprentices. However…” His voice trailed off slightly, for but a moment, before he continued on.
“I think this is a brilliant idea, though, instead of only including the apprentices, I say we broaden the horizons. I suggest we return to camp and spread the word of the training session to all ears that will listen. From apprentice to young warriors, and even to older warriors, each will be invited to take part. The more paws, the more experience. Each of us fights differently, and each of us teaches differently. I suspect that every cat in StoneClan might just learn something if they attend.”
He rose to his paws and began to pace slowly, stretching his muscles. “StoneClan had been through some tough times, it is true. Many are disheartened, on the verge of giving up. What better way to return their hopes than to let them see with their own eyes what a powerful force StoneClan is. We will not only train our apprentices, but our warriors to. StoneClan shall stand strong as the stones in our camp!” The sandy tabby’s eyes were bright with his sudden excitement. He looked moons younger, and happier as well. “So yes, you may join us Hailstrike. What do you two think? Shall we go spread the word?”
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Post by Fawn on Jan 4, 2013 22:15:22 GMT -5
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"Hailstrike!" Eagletalon said, amused and pleased to see her all at the same time. He'd just been thinking about that military-ish she-cat; since she had just witnessed her own apprentice become a warrior, she might be missing the routine and the wonder of it all as much as they were. Nodding in agreement, the sandy warrior was distracted from asking Hailstrike anything by Hawkwing's sudden, insightful suggestion. Train EVERYONE. Of course! Why hadn't he thought of that? Sharing Hawkwing's infectious good mood, Eagletalon flexed his claws eagerly.
"I'll spread the word so much they're going to have to bribe me to shut up." He purred, eyes sparking with wildfire; there was a reason why Eagletalon was usually not the brains of any operation. He supplied the enthusiasm and the vim and vigor needed to get the job, he didn't actually come up with what that job was. Though most would consider his lack of creativity (outside of the battlefield, anyway) somewhat of a fault, Eagletalon didn't think it was any such thing. If anything, he actually took pride in his ability to react quickly and to get a good sense of who and who not to trust. (He'd been wrong about Falconleap, unfortunately, but such was life. He wasn't going to be right all of the time) Preferring to use his instinct and intuition rather than philosophy and creativity to meander his way through life, Eagletalon would be content with leaving the heavy-weight thinking to...the thinkers.
Like Hawkwing. He and Hailstrike were cut from a similar cloth, though her was a little less forgiving than his, such a tight, restricting cloth, but both were almost militaristic in their dedication and loyalty, soldiers down to their cores. They obeyed the higher-ups, but were not without free thought themselves. Pleased by this decision, Eagletalon mentally began to go through a list of everyone who would possibly want to join; "When should we schedule this? The days aren't getting any warmer - besides, you heard Ravenstar at the gathering. I think trouble's coming." Though his words had started out calm and imploring, they ended with a note of seriousness that wasn't to be ignored, Eagletalon's gilded gaze swiveling from the brawny Hawkwing to the wide-shouldered Hailstrike, amber meeting frost-blue as he conversed with his closest friends.
Ha. This IS going to be a great thing though, both as a Clan and as far as being 'prepared for anything' goes. Not bad for a couple of apprenticeless cats, eh?
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 13, 2013 8:14:42 GMT -5
After giving a brief nod to Eagletalon, acknowledging his exclamation, she turned her full attention to Hawkwing, who had begun to elaborate on the idea of a training session. It was a brilliant idea, particularly when he suggested that they include the warriors in this as well. Ice blue eyes followed the tom as he began to pace, ears flicking as she listened to his words. Beside her, Eagletalon was becoming similarly worked up. Though she fully supported the plan, the she-cat began to try to find faults, fixable ones, with what Hawkwing was saying. After all, it was better to flesh out the idea and solve any problems here rather than later. Her first thought was that there were painfully proud warriors in StoneClan. While cats of a similar mindset to her could see the benefit of this session, those that were not nearly as sensible would probably take it as a blow to their pride. Even if said warriors were not forced to join in, their fur would begin to bristle, for they would no doubt find the mere suggestion offensive. They had taken to calling this a training session, but a name change, once they started spreading the word, might be in order. At the very least, it would increase the chances of there being more cats. Another thought gnawed at her, and as she prepared to address that one, Eagletalon's voice cut through the silence.
He had questions of his own, and that last statement of his had the potential to direct her off on a tangent, where they could stray far from the idea of a training session. Before she let it do that, however, she acknowledged the tom's words with a flick of her ears, eyes turning to meet his, and voiced her own thoughts. "Would this span over multiple days or just last a single one? If every warrior decides to join in and stays the whole day, then we will have no cats out on patrol or out hunting during that time. While this is equally important, we cannot afford to give up a whole day's worth of hunting." She flicked her tail, and her words smoothly shifted topic. "On the thought of inviting the warriors, I believe the endeavor would gather better results if we did not call it a training session. Proud warriors might take offense to the thought that they need more training."
Pausing, she considered Eagletalon's words. He made two good points: the days were not getting any warmer and Ravenstar seemed to be feeling rather hostile as of late. A frown made its way across her lips at that thought, her shoulder fur bristling slightly at the not-so-subtle threat that had left the NightClan leader's maw. "Sooner, I think," She answered, worry creeping into her sharp voice. "Rather than later." After a slight pause, she strengthened her resolve with a slight dip of her head. "Yes, the sooner the better. I think your assumption, that trouble's coming, is, unfortunately, accurate. Evidently, Ravenstar feels antagonistic toward us, and those feelings tend to lead to a fight of some sort. The best defense against an attack would be to prepare our warriors and apprentices for battle." Even if she seriously considered the idea, there was no where to run. Should this event occur, all they could do was stand their ground in fight. The chances of success were relatively even, for that battle would be one clan versus another clan, and while NightClan would have the element of surprise by attacking them, they would have the home court advantage. They knew their territory better than the other clan. And she was not about to suggest that they instigate a fight with the other clan. That would be a bad decision on their part, if only for the slim chances that NightClan might choose to not act on their leader's words.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 17, 2013 22:48:58 GMT -5
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The broad shouldered StoneClan deputy nodded his head slowly, considering what both cats had just said. His pacing stopped for a moment, before picking up, slower, excitement dulled, and thoughts processing. "Both of you have but forth interesting points. You are most likely correct on the thought about the pride of warriors, Hailstrike." He hesitated for a moment, amber eyes narrowing as he thought.
Slowly, his features seemed to come to life once more. "Not a training session, but a... A Skill Swap, where each can put forth their own skills, as a benefit to the Clan, a chance to teach another something, or to learn a new set of skills. Think of it as a transfer, to help the Clan. As for patrols, also a good point, Hailstrike. Regular camp activity would not stop for this. Patrols would continue to be sent out regularly, as they usually do. Warriors and apprentices returning from a patrol would be, of course, given the opportunity to rest. Everyone would. We are not looking to exhaust our Clan, but to re-motivate them, to strengthen bonds."
His paws were beginning to make an indent in the sandy ground, he was sure, but he did not stop. His amber eyes were focused on the ground, flicking slightly as he thought. It had been a while since he had used his mind for tactical things. It was refreshing to be able to use his thoughts for a beneficial cause. "And who's to say the Skill Swap should end when the patrol starts? It would benefit others, especially younger warriors and apprentices, to be sent out on the patrols with older, more senior warriors, to learn different hunting methods. Proper training does not center around a battlefield. The ability to feed the Clan is just as important as protecting it."
He stopped, turning to face the pair this time, head high. "I am certain that, were I to have an apprentice, I'd have asked one, or both of you, on patrol with myself and my apprentice. Each of you have something different to show, something interesting, and something that I could not teach to the same effect. It is for this reason this Skill Swap could be so beneficial." He nodded his head, sure of himself. Remembering the words on Ravenstar, his sandy features hardened slightly, growing somber. "Sooner, agreed. However... Not today, nor tomorrow. We need to spread the word. Two sunrises from now. How does that sound? It might also be wise to retrieve your sister's approval on this plan, Eagletalon."
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Hailstrike had a good point. If a a couple of cats had approached him asking if he would like to sharpen his skills with a group training session, he probably would've taken it the wrong way at first too. The prospect of giving and receiving different techniques and bits of advice would be enough to entice anyone to come check it out, of that Eagletalon was certain. Nodding in ready agreement as his brain processed and caught up with the rest of the conversation, Eagletalon touched on a particular point Hailstrike had brought up before they could discuss spreading the word. "Spreading it out over three or four days would be a wise idea, I think." He mewed, adding in his bit.
It would especially be good in the case of the very senior warriors. They would likely have too much knowledge to be shared within a single day. Not to mention the apprentices were likely to have plenty of questions. Eagletalon particularly liked the idea of a feeling of comradeship and helping one another out to linger in the camp for a few days on end, hoping it would spark a few friendships and new respect between young and old, tough and soft, experienced and greenhorns alike.
"I'll get Fallingstar's permission! Just leave that to me!" This statement came with a confident grin, visage seeming to glow just as it always did when the light hit him just right, amber eyes like melted gold as the warm beams struck him. "We can start spreading the word after Fallingstar's given the OK."
Satisfied with the idea overall, despite not all the details being worked out completely on the spot - they could always get to that later - Eagletalon's thoughts returned to Ravenstar's none-too-bashful statement at the last gathering. Expression darkening, his lips pulled back just slightly to show the tips of his pearly white fangs, grimacing. "You know, it might not be a bad idea to push the apprentices a little harder than we normally would - or even give the some sort of competition too, besides the Skill Swap. It'll show how much progress each of them has made and give them one great big push towards warriorhood."
StarClan knows we could use more loyal warriors now than ever.
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 26, 2013 22:28:06 GMT -5
Dipping her head in approval of Hawkwing's suggestion, she agreed, "A Skill Swap sounds considerably more ego-friendly than a training session." It had a particularly nice ring to it as well, and she appreciated how the name rolled so easily off her tongue. The larger tom continued on, smoothly suggesting solutions to her questions and improving this idea that was getting closer to reality with every paw step Hawkwing took in his pacing. Ice blue eyes flicked over to glance at Eagletalon, who seemed to be concentrating on keeping up with the pace at which the other tom was spurting out new ideas. Frankly, Hailstrike was rather impressed with this whole conception and the way Hawkwing continued to flesh it out.
"Three or four days would definitely allow us to do a more thorough job," She added, following up on Eagletalon's comment. "I'm in support of that as well, as opposed to trying to fit everything within a single day. And with your system of patrols," The she-cat spoke, ear flicking in Hawkwing's direction, "we would not have to worry about checking the borders more than we usually do." Eagletalon's enthusiasm brought a small grin to her face as she turned back, inclining her head slightly in silent acknowledgement of Hawkwing's offhand compliment before turning her thoughts toward the idea of turning this into a competition. Doing so, for the apprentices at least, would certainly motivate the younger cats to work harder and learn better. What if they spent the first few days going over new techniques and the last one in an actual competition?
That might work. If the winner of this unidentified competition was an older apprentice, then perhaps he or she would receive their warrior name right on the spot? But then, what would be the incentive for the younger cats, who were not old enough to become warriors? "A competition for the apprentices is a good idea," She began, tail flicking as she briefly summarized her thoughts. "The first number of days could be used to cover new material or review old techniques, depending on the cat, and the last one could involve the actual competition. There would be some prize, of course, but the whole idea of a competition would motivate the apprentices to work harder without us having to push them ourselves." A problem with the idea struck her, though she did not think that it was large enough to call off the whole thing. "This competition should not be so aggressive that it splits the apprentices apart. Though it needs to provide proper motivation, the reward should no be so high that these cats will turn on their den-mates in order to win it." Which begged the question: What was a suitable reward? [/blockquote]
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