Sunshine splashed over the cold, snow-choked banks of RainClan's River. Lotuswhisker tested the water with a paw, shivering so hard her whiskers trembled as she felt the icy water shock the sensitive paw-pads. Buck up. It can't be helped. She had to continue Yarrowpaw's training. Their sessions together this past winter had been isolated to fishing and struggling to catch whatever land prey they could find. Lotuswhisker had encouraged her to go on hunting patrols, to make sure she was learning as much from their Clanmates as she was from Lotuswhisker.
Battle training wasn't Lotuswhisker's strongest field. If anything, it brought back unpleasant memories of Leopardyowl's aggressiveness, of the glares and the hateful words he'd thrown at her like flicking dung off his claws. Despite these unpleasant sensations welling up in Lotuswhisker's heart, she couldn't let the past interfere with the future — especially not Yarrowpaw's future, a she-cat who had nothing to do with the Civil War and it's long-lasting scars.
"Ready, Yarrowpaw? Your opponent should already be there, waiting for us." Lotuswhisker's deep brown coat was fluffed to its maximum size, her white chin and throat helpful when it came to hunting land prey, but that would offer no uses here. "It's chilly, but I promise we'll warm up during your mock battle."
With a soft brush of her tail against the apprentice's shoulder, Lotuswhisker took a full breath, holding it as she felt the icy river water press against her belly fur, and swam across.
An orange and white tom was there to greet them when they finally set paw on the sand bank. Lotuswhisker purred a greeting, feeling as if she were meeting up with a nephew. "Did we keep you waiting? I'm sorry, I wanted to make sure Yarrowpaw ate first."
"S'no trouble," said Goldhawk, looking bright-eyed and eager to begin.
Lotuswhisker and Poppyflame's friendship had been allowed to deteriorate in the past few moons Poppyflame had been alive; not because of bad blood, but because of their lives simply spinning in opposite directions. Despite that, Lotuswhisker still watched over Poppyflame's three kits with the fondness and genuine concern of an aunt; Berrybreeze, Frogchaser and Goldhawk. They were kind, capable warriors. It hadn't been that long ago they'd been apprentices themselves, after all.
"Whenever you're ready, Yarrowpaw," Lotuswhisker spoke up after shaking the ice water from her pelt. "I want you to battle Goldhawk. The winner has to knock their opponent into the water."Oh StarClan, is that too harsh? Lotuswhisker's tail tip flicked. She'd thought, perhaps, that it would be good incentive to win...
"Don't forget the basics," said Lotuswhisker. "I know he's older, but don't be afraid. You're almost a warrior, too." She smiled encouragingly, hoping this would go well.
The older apprentice followed after her mentor, thoughts dancing in her mind as usual. The two of them hadn't had many opportunities to practice battle techniques as Leaf-bare had demanded more focus on hunting, so Yarrowpaw was looking forward to this change in the learning landscape. It was made better by the fact the sun had come out to greet them, uwarming things up even if only a little. It was a shame the rays couldn't penetrate the brisk water that passed all throughout the clan's territory.
As the pair stopped on the sandy shore of the sand bar, Yarrowpaw quickly shook the cold droplets from her pelt while listening to the instructions of Lotuswhisker and nodding a greeting to the tom. There was a kind smile on the young she-cat's face; that is, until the mention of one of them having to be tossed into the water in order for the winner to be decided upon was spoken.
Yarrowpaw suppressed a moan. She had expected to remain dry for this session since there would be no fishing, but alas, it was not to be. However, despite the warrior-to-bes disappointment, she managed to hold her tongue as her sleek form padded closer to Goldhawk. The orange and white tabby did the same, the two of them getting into a starting position.
"Remember the basics.." Lotuswhiskers mew replayed in the apprentice's mind a few times as the silver female tried to do just that. Swatting in a frontal attack was easy enough, but any experienced fighter could adeptly block a poorly aimed blow. And with the very easily manipulated sand beneath the felines' paws, balance was sure to be a bit of an issue. Not to mention the tom-cat probably had a decent amount of strength on her lithe form. Yarrowpaw may be at around full grown height by now, but she was certainly still lanky. How could she use these potential cons to play in her favor?
The tabby she-cat blinked, eyes focused on Goldhawk's green orbs, as she tried to steady her mind and body. Yarrowpaw wasn't sure if she was to wait for her mentor's cue to start or if they were to start as soon as they were ready, but the apprentice decided then and there that she would allow the other to make the first move if permitted. At least that way she could counter with a quick dodge if nothing else, instead of her first move being an embarrassingly poor attack.
Post by Fawntastic on Mar 31, 2019 23:29:34 GMT -5
63 Moons || Warrior-Queen || RainClan
Lotuswhisker's head cocked to the right. They weren't moving, save for the eager flinch of Goldhawk's muscles as the tom struggled to hold his place. The brown warrioress suppressed a self-deprecating laugh. Oh. They were waiting on her to start the battle.
"Ah--Begin!" Lotuswhisker chirped. Was it too much to hope for that her inexperience at mentoring wasn't so obvious? Probably. Lotuswhisker's tail curled neatly around her paws, as tidy as a vine around a tree branch. Gullswoop was busy with his own warrior duties, but Lotuswhisker still wished her mate was by her side; the three long scars down one side of his face were proof of his fighting prowess, though with Gullswoop's tall, intimidating stature and size, there had never been any doubts.
Watching Goldhawk, Lotuswhisker held her breath as the ginger-and-white warrior aimed a swipe at her apprentice's face, clearly trying to make her retreat a step - a step closer to the water. Maybe it was a boon that Gullswoop was not here to oversee the training? As the soon-to-be-warrior and warrior battled it out, Lotuswhisker noticed something about their forms. They're both on the smaller, sleeker side. Like I am. There was a chance that Lotuswhisker was the right cat for this job; she didn't know how to teach a brawny or stocky cat to fight, or even a slow one. But she could teach a quick cat to dodge.
Though Lotuswhisker's fighting experience was very few and far between, there was a reason why the pretty chocolate brown she-cat had stayed pretty for so long.