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Post by Fawn on Nov 16, 2012 12:54:18 GMT -5
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What do I need to look at?
Blizzardclaw's face, right? Would his eyes really give him away? Or do I pay attention to his feet? For a few perplexed seconds, Russetpaw considered answering 'ears or tail', knowing that to be the tell tale sign to identify a cat's mood and possible next move, but that...couldn't be right. "Their paws or their eyes? So you can see what they're going to do next." It made sense to him that way; sometimes cats gave away their next plan of action by their eyes flitting at the last second. Wait, how did he even know that? Fish didn't exactly give away their position, so... Oh wait, now he knew. Razorfang must have mentioned it to him, or Roselight, though Roselight wasn't much for battle tips. I can ask Dad about it later.
The ruddy tom settled his emerald gaze onto the striped face of his temporary mentor, pleased that he was starting to glean quite a bit from this training, but his patience was running out. When were they gonna stop playing twenty questions and actually get to the fighting? He must be waiting for me to do something. That was it, wasn't it? The questions must've all been distraction tools! Yeah, that seemed likely. But it would be hard to best the black-striped warrior when he was looking directly at him.
Control your environment.
Russetpaw's muzzle lifted skyward as he sought out the sun, able to see it burning in the sky of crisp blue, and he quick scuttled to his left so that the sun's rays were at his back and no longer at his front, the apprentice blinking spots from his eyes. That was right. His confidence growing, Russetpaw blurted out a thought that had hit him like a freight train in regards to the question before this one. "If you're fighting Non-RainClanners, then you can try to back them up to the river!" he mewed, excited. "Since they can't swim as well as we can, so they might decide it's better to run than fight." He grinned, "the cowards."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2012 15:04:38 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw wasn’t caught off guard by the apprentices attempt to use the sun against him, he ended up darting to the right and skidding to a stop while turning to face Russetpaw to regain a better position, leaving slight ruts in the earth tracing his path. “Not quite, I will say this never look into a cats eyes. Your opponent can use them to lie, and believe me they are mesmerizing. It’s not hard to get lost in a cat's eyes and it can be a fight losing mistake.” He said quickly as he lunged and threw a volley of strikes at the smaller tom, all with his front paws. He worked in circles, lefts, rights hooks, over and over again whilst still teaching the young cat as he aimed to dust his ears. “Now as for the feet, sure you may be able to see them moving, and I said may, but you will lose track of everything else on the battlefield. What truly great battle was just between two cats, honestly? Keeping tack of everything around you will not only help you fight smarter and not get yourself in bad positions, but as a combat leader like a deputy or senior warrior it can help you shift your battling forces to help weakening positions.” His voice never faltered even with all the work he was doing attacking Russetpaw, he wasn’t winded at all because of the seemingly never ending practice. “Now when you are fighting with a cat I want you to look through them, try focusing on what’s behind them and if you can un-focus your eyes.” Blizzard explained as he aimed a hard right hook at the apprentices head, “It will keep you from getting tunnel vision and you will still be able to see every move they make.”
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Post by Fawn on Nov 16, 2012 22:48:49 GMT -5
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The sudden volley didn't give Russetpaw time to scowl, only duck and try a few swats of his own, though his were having considerable trouble connecting. Feeling his ears getting battered, Russetpaw folded them back and hissed, feeling frustrated at the clear size and power advantage Blizzardclaw had over him. He's just battering me up like a kit! This wasn't the kind of practice session he'd been thinking of, by being a piece of bark for Blizzardclaw to sharpen his claws on, but it was the first highly physical one he'd had in a little while - well, a practice session that wasn't about catching fish. Out of a desperate desire to try something other than ducking, Russetpaw fought his instincts to shift away when a strong right hook aimed straight for him, he waited at the last possible second and jumped right at Blizzardclaw's chest, his front paws shoving against it.
Whether it was effective or not, Russetpaw immediately put some distance between them, his flanks heaving from the effort he'd had to exert thus far, while the black-striped senior warrior seemed otherwise unaffected. So he wanted him to be aware of his surroundings while keeping an eye on his opponent? That seemed darn near impossible, but Russetpaw had never been one to give up too easily. Trying to practice what Blizzardclaw had asked him to, the ruddy tom jumped back into the fray, determined to 'see beyond his opponent'.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2012 17:02:39 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw kept the volley up and felt the contact against the poor apprentice’s ears and head, he was pleased to see the younger one start to move in a more agile manner and even attempt to fight back. This couldn’t have a more unfair fight; Blizzard was well trained and had size and strength on Russetpaw. Nothing great ever came easy though, the white Warrior was well aware of this from personal experience. Blizzard continued his volley if for no other reason then to get the younger toms heart racing, training hard was a key to becoming great. If he trained at pace similar to this more often he would easily increase his stamina and strength, Blizzard wasn’t in control of that however he just had him for the short time.
Then to his surprise Russetpaw got in a good push on him, he moved back a step on purpose to see if he could get the little tom to fall on his face from throwing himself off balance, “A good attempt but never put yourself in a position to lose your foundation!” The other was already backing up though; Blizzard used this as a chance to disengage no longer throwing his strikes. “That was fine work; don’t get discouraged you can only become better from here.” He grinned at the Russetpaw, he was about to bring what he had taught the apprentice together and explain his odd teaching style but the smaller launched back into battle nearly catching Blizzardclaw off guard.
He didn’t want to hurt Russetpaw so he side stepped to avoid the attack, now he was on the defensive. He thought this might actually be a good lesson; he was going to give the young apprentice his shot at hitting him. ‘I’m not sure where he gets his energy’ Blizzard thought chuckling softly out loud waiting for the attack to begin.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 18, 2012 5:38:59 GMT -5
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Russetpaw's front paws smacked down on the ground when Blizzardclaw took a step back, and even though it jarred up through his joints and into his shoulder-blades, he ignored it. I moved him! I hit him! With the tiniest of victories coaxing him ever onward, the ruddy tom felt his energy renewed, and he attacked with more vigor. Though his claws were sheathed, he wasn't holding back his strength, the apprentice unconsciously assuming the well-muscled tom could take a hit from him with both paws tied behind his back, and after realizing Blizzardclaw was dodging every one of his frontal attacks, he opted for a change in tactic.
Never put yourself in a condition to lose your foundation.
Foundation...
Disrupt his foundation! Like a 3 AM epiphany, Russetpaw feigned aiming for the striped face of Blizzardclaw and tried to swing around to his left side, intending to aim for his back left leg. Though his intention was to disrupt Blizzardclaw's footwork, Lady Luck had decided to smile down upon the brownish-red tom, his battle-bright green eyes noticing a little hole that had been dug out nearby. It wasn't deep. It wasn't wide. But it would be enough for Blizzardclaw to stick his foot into, and disrupt his foundation. How was that for using his peripherals? Darting back towards Blizzardclaw's front, since the tom wasn't attacking him back, Russetpaw began to use that pushing move from earlier, though using one paw at a time, trying not to leave himself too open despite this being a little game of 'I can hit you, but you can't hit me'.
Trying hard not to give away his attack plan, Russetpaw even closed one eye as though he'd gotten dirt in it, squinting and pushing and swatting and grunting with the effort. It was exhausting, but he was trying it even if it took him all day. Just a little bit closer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2012 18:43:03 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw was slowly being pressed back, he could easily have charged and bowled over the apprentice but that wasn’t the experience he was looking to give the cat. He wanted Russetpaw tired, more tired then he had ever been in his life, he had to know what it felt like to be in an intense prolonged battle. So the larger tom just kept moving, and weaving letting the tiring cat swing at the air. He was tiring, his moves were becoming sluggish and even his best thought out attacks were useless, the attack at Blizzards back leg was easily thwarted. Something changed after that attack though, it almost seemed like Russetpaw was attacking with more purpose. He was slowing, but he was still working towards something as he drove onwards in his little fight with Blizzardclaw. The older warrior wasn’t fooled though; he had noticed the hole long ago. He humored the small cat though, allowing himself to be pressed back by the squinty tiring cat; it was horribly mean ploy for as he was just about to step in the hole he grinned as he purposely took a wide step back and cleared it. “Nice try, but never bank on your opponents making such mistakes, don’t waste all your energy building up something that might fail.” He chuckled as he moved to ram the apprentice and knock him off balance. He would then try to pick him up by the scruff like a kit, he was sure he would be too exhausted to stop Blizzardclaw from handling him however he pleased.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 19, 2012 3:36:54 GMT -5
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“Nice try, but never bank on your opponents making such mistakes, don’t waste all your energy building up something that might fail.”
"Foxdung!" Russetpaw cursed, collapsing onto his belly, flanks heaving from the effort he'd exerted. He felt his skin flush beneath his pelt from all of the physical exercise, his tongue left lolling from his mouth, ears flattened against his skull to show his frustration. Squeezing his emerald eyes shut, Russetpaw had been about to give up on thinking, focusing only on a quick recovery so he could go at it again, when he felt Blizzardclaw's whiskers brush past his ears. Wait wha-
Russetpaw's tail curled up against his belly with mortification as the senior warrior picked him up like a kit. With full on righteous indignation, Russetpaw hissed and flailed, tail lashing, emerald eyes blazing, an adrenaline surge having him twist and try to use his momentum to get out of Blizzardclaw's grasp. "Let me go!" He yowled, the gesture pricking his pride like a sharp thorn. "I'm not a kit anymore! Leggo!"
Ugh, if Lilypaw and the others could see me now - no, don't think about that. This is bad enough, don't make it worse! With his thoughts being his own worst enemy right now, Russetpaw let out a malevolent growl spurned on by fear of being discovered in such a humiliating predicament as this one.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2012 15:00:48 GMT -5
It was clear Blizzardclaw had underestimated how much energy Russetpaw possessed, he was actually startled as the apprentice became a seething furball of piss and vinegar. He flailed near uncontrollably trying to get out of the senior warriors grip, it wouldn’t matter though the white warrior held strongly onto his prize. “Let me go!” The apprentice yowled, causing Blizzardclaw to laugh then came a few more words and one mean sounding growl from the scrap. Blizzard ignored all the bravado, he wasn’t intimidated by the sounds the smaller cat made, why would he be? He just casually strolled over to the hole that Russetpaw had tried to get him to trip in and dropped the apprentice in, after doing so he put a paw on him to hold him down for the last bit of the lesson. “Don’t worry about it, what were you supposed to do for now I still have size, weight, and experience on you. This bout was hardly fair, so don’t judge yourself like it was.” He said as he started to lick the apprentice’s scruff around where he had picked him up to smooth out the fur and sooth the tender area if it hurt. He didn’t need it to be obvious that Russetpaw had just been carried around, that wouldn’t do his reputation around camp any good. “Try to digest everything I told you, you were looking for a good move to impress your mentor weren’t you? What good would one good move be if he didn’t do exactly the right things so you could perform it. If you want to be a great warrior you have to realize that in battle the best thing you can do is react to what other cats do, you won’t be able to plan step by step exactly what you want to do. You won’t be able to plan at all in fact, so you have to have a broad understanding of your body, how a cats body works and reacts when you hit it or move a certain way, and you have to have an inventory of strikes that you have practiced so much they become second nature so in combat they just happen without you even thinking about it or willing it to.” Blizzardclaw stopped licking the apprentice’s scruff in-between words as he spoke, “I know I didn’t show you any actual combat moves, but you must start from the bottom and work up. You have to have the strong foundation to build your moves on, and I have taught you how to strengthen yours.” He leaned in close as he asked his last question for the session, “Is this making sense to you?”
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Post by Fawn on Nov 20, 2012 3:10:19 GMT -5
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Even though the senior warrior's words made perfect sense to him, and the soothing licks to his scruff was assuaging his injured pride a little, Russetpaw was still feeling rather bad. It felt like he'd wasted all that time and effort and hadn't learned very much; did this mean that Razorfang's teaching methods were more his style? Though Russetpaw didn't know it, he was likely to have all of this information sink in over night and then this training session would feel worthwhile.
As for right now, he just felt tired, hungry and unfulfilled. Even though their strength and experience was vastly different - like a puddle in comparison to an ocean, Russetpaw's sky high self-esteem was taking a critical hit from how little he'd actually been able to do against Blizzardclaw. "I guess," he mewed sullenly, pausing to scratch his ear with a back leg. "How am I supposed to make up my own combat moves if I never been in a fight? I still feel like I'm at square one!" complained the young tom, his spirit and vigor somewhat useless if he felt like he wasn't making real progress. He knew Blizzardclaw was only trying to help, but sometimes Russetpaw needed things spelled out for him...
Like HOW to start reading cats' body language as well as react in any situation. He didn't feel smart enough or capable enough to figure out that stuff on his own.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2012 21:27:47 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw was rather glad that Russetpaw had asked the question, “How can you make your own battle moves if you have never been in a fight…” Blizzardclaw repeated back to the apprentice in a gentle tone. He had the perfect answer for him because it dealt with another important part of Blizzardclaws training, “Russetpaw you have to know that you will spend almost all of your time training, and so little of it actually fighting.” He said pausing and allowing that to sink into the young toms mind.
“Shadowboxing, I spend much of my time doing it. I’m sure you know what it is, you just imagine yourself fighting against an opponent. Think about what an intelligent cat would do then counter it in reality, imagine your opponent.” He said closing his eyes as he spoke, “And be honest with yourself, at least lose half of your battles with the opponent.” He chuckled, “All it takes is a bit of imagination, so why don’t you spend a little more time in your head. And honestly don’t expect to just start turning out your own moves so soon, it becomes much easier when you understand how a cat moves, how to make a cat move with your strikes, and how you yourself move.”
Blizzardclaw left the lesson at that, giving the apprentices scruff one final lick he stood up and removed the paw that was holding Russetpaw still. “Come find me when you think you are ready for more.” He said as he walked off towards the camps entrance.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 21, 2012 21:56:53 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float: left; background-color: #D13434; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] RUSSET[/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]PAW[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #D13434 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] RAINCLAN // TOM // 7 Moons[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]
Instantly Russetpaw's thoughts traveled to his stealthy mentor Razorfang. That particular tom glided over land (and rushing water) like a wraith. None of his movements were wasted, and Russetpaw would've envied him if he wasn't so busy trying to best him and prove that he was more than Razorfang thought he was. Perhaps it was the stoicness of Razorfang's eyes and the inexpressiveness of his face that put Russetpaw on edge whenever he was around the guy...
If I can learn to be as stealthy as Razorfang, as intelligent as Blizzardclaw, and as ferocious as Blazehawk - I can be...I can be INCREDIBLE.
Mood considerably improved, Russetpaw's green eyes looked a little brighter through their haze of tiredness. "Thanks for the lesson, Blizzardclaw!" Shouted the young tom to the shoulder blades of the muscular warrior, and he trotted off to go find Razorfang or Lilypaw - one he wanted to ask about stealth maneuvers, and the other, he wanted to share a meal with and try to recover some of his strength. That had been one seriously taxing training session.
Yet...rewarding, in ways he didn't completely understand yet.
OOC: Thread closed!
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