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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 16:35:07 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw moved throughout the clan camp with purpose, strong muscles rippled underneath his fur as he trained by himself. He ran through moves he had done a thousand times before, but each time he felt them become a little better, a little sharper and more deadly. He knew this idea intimately, and would never be done improving so he could never stop practicing. Without an apprentice of his own he found he had plenty of time to work on his skills and to improve himself. After a seemingly endless slew of moves were completed by the tom he stopped short of breath, ragged breathing plagued him for a moment before he was able to calm his oxygen intake. Exhaling softly he moved over to the soaked moss he had set aside for when he had finished his training, lapping at it softly he sighed as the cool liquid soothed his parch throat. He waited another moment after his drink before standing, giving himself a quick shake and moving on with his practice. He had a bit more time to himself before the leader would find some work for him to do for the clan.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 15, 2012 16:57:34 GMT -5
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The injury he'd sustained to his jaw had healed almost overnight. Some would say the young fire-hearted apprentice had willed it to get better, the ruddy tom up and about camp the next day like a freshly wound toy-soldier. However, for all his enthusiasm and lack of a grudge held against his mentor for the incident, Razorfang had suddenly become quite busy. He didn't blame him, what with Leafbare now in full swing - his denser, longer coat had come in, which was nice too - but it would've been great if Razorfang could at least take him out fishing once or twice.
Having never experienced winter before, the first few days of Leafbare were like a winter wonderland to the young tom, snow littering his pelt as he went romping through the snow drifts, kicked snow at the other apprentices in a cold, wet bout of play-fighting, and almost got his tongue stuck to an icicle. He had the 'brilliant' idea to break an icicle down from a tree branch and carry it back so the queens and elders could have fresh water, they could always lick it when they were thirsty... But one experimental lick later, and the ruddy tom had nearly wailed for help when his tongue had stuck to the frozen surface. In his panicked huffing, he had gotten it lose, but it was an experience he wouldn't be quick to forget.
The wonderment of winter almost completely over, Russetpaw had settled back into his determined ways, the tom intent upon sharpening his skills at fishing and fighting whether Razorfang was busy or not. This is what brought him to the side of camp and creeping up on a black-striped muscular white senior warrior by the name of Blizzardclaw. Ever since Deadstar had passed on, Russetpaw had been without an 'idol', so to speak, and Blizzardclaw could just as easily fit the bill, he noted as he watched the tom's power, strength and speed. I gotta learn how he does that stuff. Razorfang's in for a huge surprise later!
Haunches wriggling, Russetpaw's eyes glowed like emerald fire, his whiskers twitching with excitement as he dropped into a hunter's crouch, trying to sneak up on the older warrior. He wasn't very hopeful that he'd succeed - but it was kinda fun. Besides, RainClan cats didn't really get to stalk much, just shove their paws in the now freezing cold or frozen river. Springing like a fox, Russetpaw, claws sheathed, aimed straight for Blizzardclaw's shoulder, eyes gleaming. "Gotcha!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 18:08:15 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw was no fool; he knew that the little apprentice was stalking him. Catching the small cat’s reflection he noticed it was the fluffy apprentice Russetpaw. He hid his smile as he waited for the slow moving cat to pounce, using the time to continue practicing his moves so it didn’t seem like he was onto the little tom. Whether he believed it or not Russetpaw moved on a timed motion, most every cat did when they were doing something routine. Blizzard found the beat and synced his breathing to the moving apprentice; after all you can’t react quickly if you are inhaling. Continuing to play it off like he had no idea Blizzard readied himself to take the apprentice down gently. Then suddenly Russetpaw leapt, the white warrior didn’t miss a step as he executed a near perfect move. He stepped backwards as the apprentice was almost upon him then stood up catching him just under the hips causing him to flip over and land flat on his back on the ground. Without giving him a moment to recover Blizzard was on him keeping him pinned and immobile. “Oh I didn’t see you there.” He teased with a light smile and a bored look in his eyes as he studied the apprentice and started nosing and his face to torture him gently. Insult to injury, brilliant.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 15, 2012 18:18:58 GMT -5
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"OOF!"
Russetpaw now understood what it was like for a salmon to be flipped out of a river by a bear. Landing on his back as ungracefully as possible, the ruddy tom saw stars, shaking his head to clear his spotty vision, his green eyes flaring with inignation. "I...I planned that." Right. Batting the tom's face away from his with a half-hearted growl, Russetpaw was up on his feet in seconds, his tail fluffed out, his eyes bright and full of his usual energy and fire. "You should teach me that move - it's probably not that hard. I wanna give Razorfang the biggest surprise of his life when we go battle-training again," confessed Russetpaw, his claws kneading the earth with his excitement. He grinned at the older tom, slipping into that natural, casualness he had with just about anybody, his head filled with rebellious thoughts of conquering his cold-hearted mentor.
Though he had forgiven him for the river incident, Russetpaw's pride was still in steady repair, and the tom was definitely not gonna say no to a little extra help, or the opportunity to surprise Razorfang. It always felt good when you surpassed someone's expectations, and he so badly wanted to pass his mentor's, and by no small margin either. Turning hopeful eyes upon Blizzardclaw, Russetpaw subconsciously sizing up the senior warrior, impressed by the rippling muscle and the fighting prowess of the tom before him. He reminded him of Deadstar, though...friendlier, which was nice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 18:37:57 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw didn’t even have to think about it, he would always spare his time to help anyone that wanted to learn. If a cat wanted to improve themselves, and asked for his assistance he would never turn them down. “Of course I will help you.” He said simply as she nimbly made his way over to the apprentice. “But first, tell me why you want my help.” He asked. It was a gentle request not a very forceful order at all. He felt a little bad probing the cat, but he was genuinely curious why he chose Blizzardclaw. He wasn’t looking to fuel his ego either; he just wanted to see how dedicated the cat really was. He tilted his head and licked a paw as he washed his face, quietly waiting for the apprentices’ response. He quickly sized up the apprentice, he had been injured recently but he seemed fine now. He had moved fine when he was stalking Blizzardclaw, so he should be in fine enough condition for a little bit of intense training.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 15, 2012 18:54:53 GMT -5
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Why? Wasn't that obvious? Russetpaw stared up into the older tom's face, surprised. "What do you mean why? I want your help so I can show Razorfang I'm not some clumsy apprentice who can't do anything. I'm gonna be the best warrior this Clan has ever seen! I'm gonna grow up and be Russetstar, that's why I need your help." That was one part passionate speech, and two parts conviction and resolve. The ruddy tom may have seemed like a typical kitten, but he had determination and the hard work-ethic of a warrior more like Blizzardclaw, coupled with youth's energy to make him quite the future triple threat.
There was no denying it; even if Blizzardclaw said no, the spirited tom was planning on training by himself if that's what it took to achieve his goals. He had big plans to fill - and very high expectations to live of up to; a ghost of a smile flickered over the apprentice's face, as he remembered his own ridiculous boasting to the deputy of LightningClan, Blazehawk. Unaware that his friend had achieved the rank of Blazestar, Russetpaw likely would've worked even harder had he known, spurned on by the desire to not be second best to anyone. He was going to be a champion. It was going to be hard, it was going to hurt, it was going to be exhausting and there were going to be times when it wouldn't seem worth it, but that's what would make his achievements that much more...triumphant.
If he set his mind to it, he could do it. If he set his mind and body to it, then those other Clans better watch out; he was gonna be a diamond in the rough.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 19:27:10 GMT -5
“Well then.” Smoke said as he grinned back at the apprentice lazily, “Never forget that.” He instructed as stepped back and started limbering up getting ready to train the tom. “I say we take this to a corner of the camp, don’t want to break anything… or anyone.” He chuckled softly. Blizzardclaw stood and started moving towards an empty part of the camp as he started his lesson, “You asked me to show you that move, well I had never done it before I made it up on the spot.” He said simply, “A good fighter knows the battle moves by heart.” Smoke said turning his head as he walked to look at Russetpaw, “A great fighter can develop their own.” Blizzardclaw moved on a little bit, slowing up so the apprentice could catch up then started the physical part of his lesson; he quickly turned and swung a paw at the apprentice with his claws in.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 15, 2012 19:41:56 GMT -5
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A great fighter develops his own. That was pretty good advice, actually. Not that Russetpaw was surprised, that just hadn't really occurred to him before. He was definitely still a greenhorn when it came to fighting. He'd never battled anyone or anything; he was new to this whole thing, but that didn't intimidate him. He would just try his best, and if his best wasn't good enough, he'd try even harder. Suddenly, Blizzardclaw took a swing at him. Russetpaw yelped, ducked and folded his ears back almost a second too slow - the warrior's large paw whistling over his head and hitting his ear-tips in the process. "What was that for?!" He blustered; he strangely didn't feel upset, he felt...exhilerated.
Watching the older tom like a hawk, Russetpaw felt his blood begin to stir, the spirits of his warrior ancestors all cloying around him, kicking up his adrenaline and his vigor. This was going to be fun, but he would still have to be mildly careful; Razorfang would be very angry if he got himself hurt training with someone that wasn't even his mentor. You know what? That's just too bad for Razorfang. If I get scratched up, I get scratched up!
Taking on a slightly reckless approach, Russetpaw slipped into what he imagined a battle stance to look like, having seen it on his dad a few times before.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 19:57:00 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw smiled as the apprentice ducked the blow, “Good.” He said simply as he turned to face Russetpaw taking a few steps back to make space. He looked him over, he didn’t seem angry and he was definitely read to be taught now. Blizzardclaw was even a bit surprised that he had dodged the blow; he hadn’t really gone easy on him at all and had expected to brain the tom pretty good. “After I swung at you, and turned to face you I did something. Tell me what it was.” He instructed wondering if the apprentice had even noticed. He fixed his gaze on the scrap, scrutinizing him, he wondered of he would spit out answers or really think it over and try to get it right the first time. “What did I do?” He asked again, yet again taking another step away from Russetpaw as he eyed him intently waiting for his answer.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 15, 2012 20:23:13 GMT -5
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"What you did?" Russetpaw repeated, his whiskers twitching as he frowned, tail going still as he wracked his brain. He just turned around, backed up and looked at me. Did he do something cool and I missed it? Resorting to his usual 'don't worry, I got this' attitude whenever he was unsure of something, Russetpaw lifted his chin. "You backed up. For...space." He'd pretty much pulled the answer out of his behind, but selling it was half the battle, right?
He had no idea what the tom did, but not for lack of trying. "You backed up so you could run at me or something? So you could see my next move?" That's what he probably would've done, if, you know, he knew what he was doing. Though a part of him wondered if, had he gotten into a real fight, whether or not he would simply fling himself upon his attack and not give them an inch of breathing room. That sounded like a good strategy. Unaware that a technique like that would be exhausting and difficult to maintain, Russetpaw inwardly opted to give it a try should the opportunity present itself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 20:41:58 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw smiled for a moment, then he heard the rest of the answer and he sighed. “Well then, that was good.” He chuckled, “Right answer, wrong reason, so you are already halfway there.” He added taking another step back. “If I charge at you, you have plenty of time to dodge or do anything so I ask; do you fear me as I stand here? This isn’t a trick question either.” He wondered if the apprentice would get it, he wasn’t trying to trip him up or play with his mind he wanted an honest answer. “Can I swat you, and jostle you brain from this far away?” He asked as he started to grin again. He then took three steps forward, “And what if I was here, would you feel safe and able to defend yourself from me if I stood this close?” He took another step until he was nose to nose with the apprentice, “How about here?”
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Post by Fawn on Nov 15, 2012 22:22:51 GMT -5
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The apprentice's ears folded back in a look of displeasure. "Okay, I get your point. You backed up so I would feel safe." |
[/color] That WAS the point, right? Since this was a training session, Blizzardclaw wasn't trying to intimidate him into leaving, he was trying to keep this as a strictly learning environment, not a fight-or-flight situation. Russetpaw instinctively took a few steps back, frowning as he tried to unlock the analytical part of his brain, this inherited understanding of battle strategies and being able to read his opponents. Being inexperienced, he still had so much to learn, but at least he wasn't setting himself up for failure. Russetpaw proposed a question of his own, blinking his emerald green eyes. "What if you're in a fight and you don't have any room to back up?" The apprentice had been trying to come up with a solution, but nothing his brain figured out really made a ton of sense. If there was no room to back up, then would you just have to give up on that idea all together? "Improvise," murmured the tom, more speaking out loud than answering his own question. He wasn't 100% sure if that was what you were supposed to do in a situation like that, but it was the best he could come up with. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2012 22:47:06 GMT -5
Blizzard shook his head softly, “No, not at all this isn’t just for the training session.” He said simply, “Take this into any battle you fight in, safety zone and danger zone. Know where you are safe and when you may be close enough to be attacked and understand just how far you can attack without allowing the enemy to adjust.” Then the question was posed, “Well stay aware of your surroundings and do your best to keep that from happening, and remember to never stop moving. Circle your opponent and stay in advantageous positions. Take the high ground; fight with your back to the sun, every little thing can make a difference.” He said finishing his rant, “Tell me some other things you can control that would keep you on top in a fight.” He told Russetpaw, “Think of as many as you can.” He added after a moments thought, and as he gave the command he started to circle the apprentice whilst changing his distancing from him to see how he would react.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 16, 2012 0:31:23 GMT -5
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Forced to think as well as react in parallel, the ruddy tom began to shift with Blizzardclaw's movements, Russetpaw determined not to make the same mistake twice. I see you moving, tigerface; what was the question again? Oh, name as many things I can control in a fight as possible... While he was mulling this over, the green-eyed tom kept turning in a circle, his eyes on Blizzardclaw's face, his feet shfiting in the same spot to make sure he didn't have his back or flank exposed.
What could he possibly control in a fight? "You can control...your breathing." Russetpaw frowned in thought. That made sense, right? You had to control your breathing when hunting, and hunting was a little like fighting except most things didn't fight back. Even still, it was best that you were out of breath, that you didn't get the wind knocked out of you so easily. "Can't you control how much strength you can use? In case you're fighting a Clanmate or someone you don't want to hurt." He replied, growing more confident in his answers - though he had to whip around, a step or two behind Blizzardclaw's circling that would've proved fatal had this been a fight, and Blizzardclaw an opponent looking for an opening. Conscious of his mistake, Russetpaw's tail lashed once, but his alert posture did not change. What else could he control that would keep him on top? "My footwork?"
Okay he was out of ideas.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2012 2:34:05 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw was impressed that Russetpaw was moving with him, his footwork seemed fine and he wasn’t making mistakes there. The older tom digested what the apprentice was saying for a moment the answered back, “Yes you can control those things, but I’m talking more about your environment. You will always have what you listed under control but things like fighting uphill and facing the sun are things you have or you don’t if you have them they won’t hinder you but will hinder your opponent so it is a double win.” Smoke said as he lunged throwing a few quick paws attempting to get the young cat moving a little more. “Now then-“he said after he had moved back, “Now where are you looking when you are facing me? What do you need to look at?” He asked noticing his slight slip up and letting it go, this was his first session he didn’t want him to get discouraged if he beat him down too soon.
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