Post by Fawn on Aug 23, 2018 19:26:30 GMT -5
Appleshade
"Your partner will be Fawnspring, today." Appleshade led the way to the hidden thicket, where a pale-furred she-cat with dusty points sat waiting for the mentor and apprentice. Though Fawnspring was small, she was quick, and Appleshade considered her a much more reasonable sparring partner than say, Tigerstripe, who had an arrogant, inconsiderate nature about him. There was nothing more unpleasant to watch than a couple of foolish toms play a game of 'my claws are sharper than your claws'.
Next to Fawnspring, standing, not sitting, was her littermate Sprucefur. He was tall and calm, his expression serious with contemplation but not unkind. He looked like a washed out shadow of Lionstar, but he carried himself with an understated dignity that had nothing to do with their kinship to TreeClan's leader.
Appleshade greeted her guests with a flowing tail-wave, before draping the silvery-sorrel plume over Flamepaw's back to pull him aside for a moment. "Don't mind Sprucefur, he's just here to monitor your fighting abilities."
In truth, Appleshade was... a moderately successful fighter. It was no secret that she was not a natural in this particular aspect of warrior life, and none had held it against her. It hadn't really been an issue (she was never involved in skirmishes, and never picked for battle parties) until she'd found herself mentoring the next generation. Now she actually had to teach another cat how to defend themselves. Apart from common sense and the basics, the knowledge she had to pass on was a little... lacking. Sprucefur had finally relented to her pleading and came out to help.
"Good luck!" Fawnspring, still a young warrior herself, smiled warmly at Flamepaw. The smaller she-cat bounced on her paws, loosening up her muscles before stepping up to make a proper battle of this. Appleshade licked Flamepaw's ear supportively. "You'll do wonderfully! Start whenever you'd like. Fawnspring's a warrior, don't worry about catching her off guard."
"It might work in your favor, if you do." Sprucefur called from the sidelines.
Appleshade nodded, and found a place to sit beside her brother.
Next to Fawnspring, standing, not sitting, was her littermate Sprucefur. He was tall and calm, his expression serious with contemplation but not unkind. He looked like a washed out shadow of Lionstar, but he carried himself with an understated dignity that had nothing to do with their kinship to TreeClan's leader.
Appleshade greeted her guests with a flowing tail-wave, before draping the silvery-sorrel plume over Flamepaw's back to pull him aside for a moment. "Don't mind Sprucefur, he's just here to monitor your fighting abilities."
In truth, Appleshade was... a moderately successful fighter. It was no secret that she was not a natural in this particular aspect of warrior life, and none had held it against her. It hadn't really been an issue (she was never involved in skirmishes, and never picked for battle parties) until she'd found herself mentoring the next generation. Now she actually had to teach another cat how to defend themselves. Apart from common sense and the basics, the knowledge she had to pass on was a little... lacking. Sprucefur had finally relented to her pleading and came out to help.
"Good luck!" Fawnspring, still a young warrior herself, smiled warmly at Flamepaw. The smaller she-cat bounced on her paws, loosening up her muscles before stepping up to make a proper battle of this. Appleshade licked Flamepaw's ear supportively. "You'll do wonderfully! Start whenever you'd like. Fawnspring's a warrior, don't worry about catching her off guard."
"It might work in your favor, if you do." Sprucefur called from the sidelines.
Appleshade nodded, and found a place to sit beside her brother.
70 Moons | Senior Warrior | TreeClan
[smear:d67db2]A little party never killed nobody[/smear:ffffff]
OOC: Permission to do a bit of godmodding on Fawnspring (as needed) to make the fights go smoother. Feel free to run stuff by me first if you're unsure.
