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Post by Insidious on Nov 22, 2012 18:33:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Today was the day Razorfang desired to drill all his knowledge upon spar into the brain of his reddish brown apprentice.
The black furred warrior was collected in a tall, confident stance at the camp outlining, his large paws crumbling into the soft terrain beneath his weight. Of all sessions to be shared amongst mentor and apprentice, battle training was surely one of Razorfang's favourites. It wasn't uncommon for Razorfang to be somewhat modest about fighting and the skills he maintained in his thoroughly muscled figure. He didn't approve of bragging from the Rainclan cats that surrounded him, therefore, didn't allow himself to do so openly, disregarding the occasional, accidental slip.
Gray-green eyes were the same as usual: cold, uninterested and overall, dull. From his current position, Razorfang likely didn't seem entirely approachable from anyone else's perspective. But, things such as that tended to not be worth the time nor attention of Razorfang. Today was a day of importance for him. He was being granted the opportunity to pass his skills, techniques and knowledge down to the following generation of Rainclan warriors. He wanted Russetpaw to be outstanding, perhaps, even better than the rest of the apprentices. Not that he held his apprentice to a higher standard than the rest, in fact, he tried quite hard not to do just that.
Fixating his venomous stare upon the apprentice's den, he would remain in utmost silence until the moment a patch of his apprentice's fire-like coat was detected. Lately, Razorfang hadn't been spending as much time as he'd originally prefer with Russetpaw. The warrior had been so busy with varying clan tasks. But, all of that was behind him now. The main focus was training like he would have any other day. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 22, 2012 19:19:27 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;]
It actually wasn't Russetpaw who spotted Razorfang first, lurking in front of the entrance like the angel of death, ready to collect a few souls. It was Turtlepaw, her fur fluffing out in surprise as she made a complete u-turn at the den entrance to rouse Razorfang's charge. She hadn't even been asked to, but what motivated her was intimidation, if nothing else. "Russetpaw wake up!" Prodding the ruddy tom curled up in his nest with his tail tucked over his nose, Turtlepaw meowed louder, feeling relief wash over her like a wave when a sleepy murmur answered back. "What for? Can't I sleep in for once?"
He'd been having such a pleasant dream; not only had Swanfeather declared him RainClan's new leader, but he'd defeated Ravenstar, Lionstar, and Fallingstar all in one very VERY epic battle that involved the earth splitting open and the trees start tumbling. It was just the kind of over exaggerated dream a guy like Russetpaw would have, and it was JUST like him to make himself the main star. Epic battle scenes on loop inside the tom's groggy brain, Turtlepaw's next words were the literal equivalent of dousing a scorching hot fire with freezing cold water.
"Because Razorfang's looking for you!"
That got him up. Rolling out of his nest without even bothering to groom, the young warrior-to-be thanked Turtlepaw for waking him up before charging past her, praying to StarClan he hadn't kept him waiting long or somehow forgotten any premade arrangements. Mouse dung I hope he doesn't think I slept i-YARGH!
ungroomed fur giving off a strong resemblance to a porcupine, every fluffed strand of hair was standing on end thanks to the fright Razorfang had given him. Not expecting the tom to have been waiting right outside the den, he'd nearly collided with his cold, peculiarly toothy mentor with the stare like black ice. "Great StarClan - t-that's not the safest place to stand, y'know." Mewed the tom a little louder than he'd meant to, his alarm making his voice carry. Struggling to reel in his electrified nerves, Russetpaw's back legs folded, and he began to groom down his chest fur, his tail lightly swaying, his ruddy pelt made all the more brighter with the nearby snow as contrast.
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Post by Insidious on Nov 22, 2012 19:41:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]A small flash of brown and white was momentarily in plain sight of Razorfang's cold stare, only to vanish in the next instant back into the darkened depths of the apprentice den. A soft snort of amusement was released from the black furred warrior, his neck slightly extending outward to peer into the small den and investigate just which of the apprentices had been behind it. His sense of smell hinted upon Turtlepaw, but, he wasn't about to enter and find out for sure. Besides, the muted words of the tortoiseshell she-cat could be heard prodding Russetpaw into an awoken state. The satisfaction upon his facial expression was growing increasingly visible, finding it almost... adorable how quickly the apprentice's acted to please.
Razorfang was moments away from rising upon all fours' and entering the den himself. He had waited for what he considered to be a suitable amount of time, finally, it seemed necessary the mentor enter the den and – what seemed to be the nick of time, Russetpaw scurried out from the apprentice's den, nearly tripping over his paws as he attempted to refrain from bulldozing directly into his mentor. Razorfang was more alert to the tom's appearance over the words he uttered. Clearly, he hadn't taken the time to groom the matted tangles of fur that came with arising in the morning out of being in a frantic hurry to reach Razorfang whom had been lying in wait. At least, now that Russetpaw had successfully reached Razorfang, he began to put the grooming task into order.
The loudness of the tone in which Russetpaw had used while addressing Razorfang was dully noted, this alone being unlike the usual character of aggravation that would have spiked from the towering sized tom. Perhaps, it was simply the thought of battle training soothing Razorfang's fire-like temper. This very topic being acknowledged almost immediately. “Today, I've decided we'll begin your battle training, Russetpaw.” Razorfang hadn't even made a single reference to the reddish brown furred apprentice's comment on his 'place to stand'. The warrior didn't care in high amounts to dwell upon the subject, gifting Russetpaw with a freebee from the hazelnut masked tom's lectures. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 22, 2012 19:59:25 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;]
“Today, I've decided we'll begin your battle training, Russetpaw.”
The first emotion to shock his system was the feeling of cold dread. Battle training with Razorfang? I'd better tell my mom to find flowers to mark my grave. However, noticeably stronger than the first wave of emotion was the second that arrived like a biblical flood, shoving aside the alarm in favor of a burning, competitive spirit. Oh if he could land a hit on Razorfang, how satisfying that would be! If Russetpaw had ever been concerned with his mentor's...unusual teeth, it seemed to be at the back of his mind at that particular instance, the apprentice hurrying through his grooming. He was lucky his fur didn't tangle too much or too often, it was only in the hard-to-reach-places that had he had any trouble with this daily chore.
Done in record time, Russetpaw immediately began to limber up, the blaze of his eyes and the fire of his soul apparent in aura alone. Were there more perfect words Razorfang could've slung together this morning? Nope, not at all. Well, actually the words 'Russetpaw, you're better than me' would be a really nice treat to hear, but Russetpaw wasn't that out of his senses. Razorfang didn't give compliments, let alone announce someone as being better than he was - it just wasn't in the temperamental tom's character. Maybe if a bet went the wrong way he could hear those words...but for now, it was best to cast those thoughts aside and focus on everything Blizzardclaw had told him a few days ago.
It hadn't taken him long to recover from such a tiresome exercise, and not only had he been following the tom's advice to the letter, he'd felt his confidence grow from the shadow boxing, Razorfang forever his imaginary adversary. He lost a majority of the battles (which took a while for him to finally decide to do, given his immense pride), but that made it more realistic. Eager to show Razorfang what he could do and what he could dodge, Russetpaw grinned up at him, practically on fire, all thoughts of breakfast forgotten. "C'mon then, what are we waiting for!"
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Post by Insidious on Nov 22, 2012 20:23:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang was, for a nice change of events, remarkably pleased to see the excitement coating Russetpaw's expression. He gestured with a satisfied nod in response to the apprentice's eagerness to depart from the camp and begin, rising upon all fours' followed by the swift pivot of his heels and overall trudge away from Rainclan camp in hopes of pursuing the path to the Sand Bar.
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The journey was mostly engulfed in utmost silence, the occasional twisting of Razorfang's head performed to assure Russetpaw was following close behind at all times. At last, the Sand Bar was within sight, located within the river's center as had always been. Razorfang protruded his neck confidently as he scanned the timid currents, disguising his inner desires to avoid water quite suitably due to the recent tragedy Russetpaw had encountered during one of their lessons. At least this time around, there was no rock crossing involved. Instead, a leisurely swim to reach where battle training was often sought to its end.
Razorfang, with a jump start in his speed, sliced into the refreshing water source like butter. Momentarily, his entire figure had enveloped beneath the water's surface, paddling forwardly before surfacing to reveal to Russetpaw how near he had gotten to the Sand Bar without the need to grasp oxygen from above. His newly soaked paws collided with the Sand Bar's terrain, sharp claws grasping efficiently in order to pull the large tom out from the water. Giving his frame a quick shake to expel of water droplets, Razorfang turned tail to face Russetpaw whom was now next to complete the journey across the river in order to reach the Sand Bar.
The warrior saw no need to voice instructions. Russetpaw had just observed Razorfang's entire swimming routine, it was clear that the apprentice was now to mimic it. And, with much more patience in the tom's mind than what had been previously while waiting outside the apprentice den... he cast a thoughtful stare upon Russetpaw to thoroughly analyze how his swimming had improved, or remained the same since the last time he had witnessed the apprentice in water. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 22, 2012 20:38:04 GMT -5
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It wasn't fear that had Russetpaw hovering on the edge of the stream, but rather caution. Careful to make note of his surroundings, Russetpaw waded into the water, his legs strongly churning, his head above water the whole way despite his legs not touching the bottom. Russetpaw hadn't wanted to swim the way Razorfang had - by diving in and submerging enough that his head was under water - he was still keeping an eye on his environment. Paddling studiously over to the opposite bank, Russetpaw mindfully scooted a couple foxlengths away from his mentor to shake out his coat; he didn't want to spray the already wet tom, the last thing he needed was an opponent who had irritation fueling his battle tactics.
Bright-eyed, Russetpaw shook the water from each ruddy paw, fortunately the oils in his fur likely to let him dry more quickly than a cat of any other Clan. Contrary to his usual eagle-eyed method of studying Razorfang, the apprentice actually wasn't paying that much attention to his mentor at all. At first his wandering gaze looked just that, wandering, but upon closer inspection one could see that he was studying, not just looking. He was getting a feel for the terrain, wanting to 'see beyond what was in front of him', as Blizzardclaw had instructed.
True, he wasn't likely to always do battle in places he was familiar with, but while he DID have the opportunity to learn the physical features of their fighting place, he certainly wasn't going to waste this chance. Possibly backing Razorfang up to the shallows would have a narrow chance of actually getting him somewhere; the hazel and black tom was elite in just about everything, particularly swimming and fighting. Though the water might slow his pawsteps slightly, it would be too much trouble to create an opening that probably wouldn't work. So how do I defeat him?
It wouldn't do Russetpaw any good to try and predict his mentor's moves. That wasn't what Blizzardclaw had been trying to teach him. Reaction, he was teaching me reacting to all kinds of things. That's how you win a fight, by adapting. He would have to admit, he was feeling a mixed amount of nervousness and a vigorous fighting desire to battle his stately, steely-eyed mentor. No matter what happened, Russetpaw was confident that this was going to be quite the learning experience.
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Post by Insidious on Nov 22, 2012 20:53:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang's sharp glare stuck upon Russetpaw's figure like glue from the moment his slender body entered the water, to the moment he dragged himself upon dry land and shook out the water droplets just like Razorfang had. The black furred warrior took note of Russetpaw's wandering expression, seemingly uninterested in the mentor towering a fox-length away. His gray-green eyes narrowed suspiciously, a thought crossing his mind followed by an abrupt course of action...
Woosh. Like a blast of violent wind, Razorfang effortlessly pressed himself passed Russetpaw with the clear illusion he had intended to strike at the apprentice. While passing, his long tail slashed against the young tom's flank to grasp his attention more than he likely already had, a swift pivot sending sand particles adrift. His stance was battle hungry and menacing, obsidian ears pulled forward to complete the intensity of his strictly focused gaze. Razorfang wasn't intending to start any actual fighting immediately, instead, desiring to test how wary Russetpaw was of the opponent. “Your guard must always remain on full alert when faced with potential conflict.” Razorfang stated, the words flowing from his mouth smoothly as if moons of experience backed up their meaning. “Never gift your opponent the opportunity to successfully deliver a blinding strike.”
Razorfang, from his moons as an apprentice, had always learnt better from action vs. speech. Doing tended to grasp a firm hold upon the apprentice's attention instead of filtering their brain with boring lectures on how to fight properly. Razorfang recognized the fact that each cat had a different style; a varying approach to dealing with spars. His first lesson, from the looks of Russetpaw's – moments earlier – thoughtless expression, just so happened to be upon the concept of constant alertness. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 22, 2012 22:16:11 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;]
Razorfang was silent on his feet, but there was no masking that ominous presence. About to turn and ask what he was doing, Russetpaw jumped almost a foot in the air, lithe body and flexible skeleton twisting so that he landed back on solid ground with all four paws where they were supposed to be. The wetness of his fur was all that suppressed the alarm he felt at the touch of Razorfang's tail and the whoosh of air of the ebony and hazel tom bolting past him like some kind of malevolent force of darkness.
Hissing with frustration more at himself than his mentor, Russetpaw mimicked Razorfang's stance, having put roughly two foxlengths between them, he began to circle counterclockwise, getting a feel for the menacing tom's footwork, the tom trying to work his mind and think on his feet at the same time. You're worrying too much about the little stuff! Just BE ON YOUR GUARD! A cat who saw the birds chirping but not the cat creeping up on him was pretty much dead on his feet, and Russetpaw was not about to become that cat. While he didn't want to solely focus on Razorfang, he didn't want to take his eyes off of him either.
Ears folding like tree boughs before a storm, his tail lashed from side to side, the apprentice feeling the sand under his foot. Gradually calming down, Russetpaw's ruddy jaws parted to ask Razorfang a question; "Is that how your mentor taught you to fight? Surprise rush?" It actually wasn't a barbed question, Russetpaw was generally curious.
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Post by Insidious on Nov 22, 2012 22:48:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Razorfang couldn't resist cracking a grin toward Russetpaw's jittery reaction. As desired, the obsidian warrior had managed to prove his point: he hadn't been paying enough attention to Razorfang. Now, it seemed unlikely Russetpaw's vivid green eyes would lock upon anything other than Razorfang. The reddish brown apprentice's stance slowly beginning to relax upon realizing no harm had truly been intended with the tom's sudden burst of movement.
It seemed Russetpaw knew how to hold his before-spar stance quite well, mimicking that of Razorfang to a satisfactory level before beginning to motion counter clockwise. Razorfang remained entirely stiff, not a muscle shifting beneath his thinly furred coat. However, his gray-green eyes shifted with each movement Russetpaw made, analyzing each footfall and how it differentiated from the first. Sometimes, even the slightest of details could indicate a cat's next move. For instance, when a cat was to motion clockwise or counter clockwise – much like Russetpaw was doing now – if their paws began to angle more so toward your positioning, it could possibly indicate they soon enough planned to direct their course of movement elsewhere. Likely, in the direction of their opposed.
Razorfang remained quiet for a moment or so after Russetpaw's question, assuring he was truly asking and not attempting to give Razorfang a distraction. Deciding the apprentice's questioning was indeed genuine, his jaws inched apart. “My mentor's knowledge was undoubtedly vast. His methods varied, that being merely one example of the tactics he passed on to myself.” Coldgaze. The prized - now senior - warrior that Razorfang was honoured to have been apprenticed to once upon a time. If Razorfang had to pick a role model... there would be no doubts in his mind about choosing Coldgaze. It was likely the only cat in the entire forest you'd see Razorfang address with an expression of utmost admiration.
Returning to the present, his attention once again focused upon the reddish ball of fur still standing before him in preperation for any others tricks under Razorfang's fur. His glassy eyes flashed with an ominous quality, taking a gracious step closer to his apprentice. “When being approached slowly, threateningly. How is it you would react?” Razorfang tilted his head sideways, every few seconds taking another step toward Russetpaw to create the very situation spoken of. The mentor had placed emphasis upon 'you' for a clear purpose. He wasn't looking for precise knowledge on how to successfully cope with the situation. Razorfang was searching for how Russetpaw would handle it... on his own. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 22, 2012 23:03:21 GMT -5
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Razorfang was quite possibly the worst cat to try and get a straight answer from. Or maybe Russetpaw was just phrasing the questions poorly? Before he could ask what kind of methods Coldgaze had employed on Razorfang moons before Russetpaw had come under the tom's apprenticeship, Razorfang proposed a question. “When being approached slowly, threateningly. How is it you would react?”
"That depends," he mewed without thinking, having mastered moving and talking since his endless practice sessions with shadowboxing. "If the enemy's trying to get in my face and actually kill me, I'm gonna stand back a little - create space so he can't aim at anything vital." Even as he spoke those words, Russetpaw could imagine a large warrior bearing down on him - experience and strength behind the enemy warrior's sudden invasion of space, and if he stood there like an idiot, he was going to end up bloody.
If he backed up a little - even if it looked like cowardice, he would be less of a sitting duck. "If he's not trying to tear my throat out, I'd start looking for a blind side, but I wouldn't run away - especially if I had to protect something or someone." There was no pointless bragging in the tom's voice this time, it was an honest statement, Russetpaw answering half with his head and half with his heart. It was just how he thought of things. He had too much difficulty divorcing his heart from his head, and neither heaven nor hell could ever separate the two entities.
What would Razorfang do? Probably act all cool. Of course he could always just GRIN and I bet the enemy would go running home to their mother. Partially admiring the RainClan cat's teeth and partially disliking the fact that scaring people was so easy for him, Russetpaw at last stopped moving. It wasn't because he'd gotten tired of circling, it was because he and Razorfang had thus far locked eyes, face to face. Constant movement wasn't going to work with a guy like him.
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Post by Insidious on Nov 23, 2012 8:51:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The black furred warrior paused his movements from advancing any closer to the apprentice lying in wait, instead, fixating a look of actual interest upon the soon-to-be warrior of reddish brown hue as he formed together a response to Razorfang's question. Russetpaw's answer was along the lines of something he would've expected, pleased he had something to say upon two different routes the situation given could easily unfold upon. The large, obsidian tom gestured with a satisfied flick of his tail.
But, that gesture of approval was soon followed up by the ruthless pounce of Razorfang. Sharp claws that at any moment looked aimed to sink beneath the coat of a victim instead, established grip in the sandy surface a mouse-length or so, if that, from Russetpaw in order to be standing directly before the apprentice. “Backing up can offer time to scramble together a game plan. More importantly, also allowing you to avoid the foe's claws or teeth.” Razorfang paused, his head gesturing toward the water that surrounded the platform they now stood upon during their session of battle training. “But, at times when you can only back up so far, you must be able to react swiftly. Even, be prepared before the pounce if able to be.”
Razorfang's ground was held firmly, his muscles stiffened beneath his thin coat of fur. At a moment like this, he wasn't planning to attack not submit away from the apprentice. Russetpaw, if so pleased, could back up until there was no space left between himself and the watery surface. But eventually, he'd have to defend himself physically in order to create space between the lurking mentor awaiting his next move. Whether or not he did this with fleeing from the open side, or possibly even attempting to gift Razorfang with a strike of his own... the cold mentor wouldn't fret, nor lecture.
This was battle training. What would the fun be in simply listening to Razorfang speak, while watching the moves he performs? Russetpaw would on occasion be given the chance to react with his own perspective on how it should be done. Not every cat in the forest fought with the same routines and techniques. Russetpaw's own needed to be figured out, and better yet, analyzed in action before Razorfang would begin offering tips of improvement. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 24, 2012 23:17:21 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;]
The potentially lethal spring of Razorfang in his direction had Russetpaw freeze where he stood, despite the knowledge he'd accumulated from Blizzardclaw about backing up. Russetpaw had something to prove - that he wasn't so scared of Razorfang that he'd spend the rest of his life letting him breathe down his neck like some kind of vampire bat. Nostrils flaring, instead of being upset, Russetpaw if anything looked happy. He grinned, his eyes deadlocked, the subtle, aggressive lash of his tail the only thing on him that moved.
The sound of rippling water at his back and the very faint but present sound of his mentor's even breathing was all he needed to hear, his ears alert to even the slightest new bit of noise from a paw scuffing sand or a tail swishing through the air - anything to indicate his mentor might launch at him again. When the attack he was anticipating never came, Russetpaw tried one of his own; it was like a front paw blow, but it was more of a sharp jab.
With particularly enthusiastic force, Russetpaw darted forward and aimed to smack Razorfang right on the nose, not trying to make him bleed, just disorient him for a split second - well, surprise would work too. All he could do was hope it landed, though in all of the shadow-boxing practice sessions and simulations he'd done, the fact that he'd lost 90% of his imaginary battles against his mentor was not putting too much of a damper on his spirit. He would defeat him one day, and every step he took towards that goal was one step closer to becoming a champion.
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Post by Insidious on Nov 25, 2012 0:32:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]It was to much surprise that Russetpaw remained collected and calm under the torturous stare of Razorfang, accompanied by the hot breaths of air in which he steadily released into the apprentice's face. Despite the moment in which Russetpaw froze, likely expecting Razorfang planned to actually follow through on striking, he didn't seem entirely afraid. It was a... change, certainly. Up until this current instant, Razorfang could have sworn his apprentice had some fear element toward his brutal mentor. Although, perhaps he was simply masking it well to prove his fighting abilities weren't completely unsharpened.
Razorfang narrowed his gray-green eyes, half expecting that if he neared any closer, Russetpaw's confidence would be shattered. However, a part of the mentor had arising curiosity burning in his chest toward the oncoming reaction of his apprentice. It was decided: he'd wait it out until Russetpaw was courageous enough to either attack, or submit under the mentor's cold gaze.
The reddish brown apprentice's muscles stiffened exceptionally, this hinting to the mentor he was moments away from actually... attempting a strike. Under normal circumstances, Razorfang wouldn't hesitate to counter with a deadly bite from his lethal jaws around he vulnerable neck of the opposed. But, the glisten in Russetpaw's large, green eyes was so highly engulfed in confidence that Razorfang found himself making a choice he'd likely never live down.
Smack. The claws of Russetpaw lightly slashed across Razorfang's dark black nose, resulting in a minor cut to indicate where the wound had been inflicted. Despite the slight pain now throbbing along the outlines of the warrior's nose, his reaction to Russetpaw's attack was merely the wrinkling of his nose and the backward motion of his steps. He blinked repeatedly to soothe the small buzz ringing in his head, at last, fully recovered to lock eyes with his apprentice. The glaze in which fixated upon the young tom didn't hold their usual electrifying pierce of utmost rage, instead, radiating what was possibly... pride?
Razorfang nodded, clear satisfaction rippling across his expression. Although Razorfang was able to clearly see the move Russetpaw planned to follow through upon, he wasn't about to offer up such information and destroy whatever happiness he'd caused to burn inside the fire-furred apprentice. The obsidian warrior desired to see what damage his apprentice was capable of inflicting on a tom such as himself, and like it or not, he'd received his answer. “A well executed counter. Now, all you have to do is sharpen that attack and you'll hardly break a sweat in the future when it comes to real battles.” He wouldn't admit it. But throughout their training, Razorfang hadn't been more proud of the warrior Russetpaw was slowly working his way toward becoming. [/style]
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Post by Fawn on Nov 25, 2012 1:35:49 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;]
Russetpaw couldn't tell what surprised him more; the fact that such a blow had actually landed, or the fact that he wasn't gargling pathetically in his own pool of blood because it had landed. Stunned green eyes stared fixedly into his mentor's cool gaze, his surprise turning to confusion when he noticed the older tom didn't seem mad. Great StarClan. Did he WANT me to hit him? Oh great, my mentor's crazy. As if that didn't make him MORE dangerous.
Though he hadn't struck Razorfang with all he could give, Russetpaw felt a certain amount of satisfaction from seeing the cut on his mentor's nose, the irony-tang of blood filling Russetpaw's nostrils, and he didn't slip out of his battle stance at all, learning to constantly be on alert for attack. After all, the, less than deadly expression in Razorfang's eyes could've been a rouse, and he would admit to actually having fallen for it if he wasn't so cautious when it came to his...shark-toothed mentor.
Was that a trap? Did he let me hit him on purpose?
Razorfang was supposed to be one of the greatest warriors in RainClan. Russetpaw had always been known to brag about his own abilities, and to set his confidence and expectations so high they were in the next stratosphere, but that didn't mean he was unrealistic. He truly believed he could one day be great, but also believed that a cat as inexperienced as himself could not have landed a proper blow on Razorfang without the other cat letting it happen.
Frustration surged in Russetpaw like a tidal wave, and the young warrior-to-be lashed his tail in a much more wild display of aggression, his green eyes burning. "What kind of a real battle has your opponent actually letting you hit them? I know you're stronger and faster than me - but letting me hit you makes me feel - " |
[/color] He struggled with the right word, looking as though he might explode if he didn't find it. "Weak!" There was confusion and conflicting emotions in the young tom's eyes. It would have felt really good to actually do some damage, but only if he'd done the damage from his own skill, speed and talent - not because Razorfang had denied his own instincts or somehow forced himself to stand still to boost his apprentice's confidence. He appreciated the gesture - if that's what it was, anyway - but it wasn't what he thought he needed. He only wanted to beat Razorfang fair and square, and nothing else would ever quench the fires of competition and a desire to impress Razorfang otherwise. [/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 Insidious on Nov 25, 2012 1:53:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 400px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] [style=background: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/6z7rwh.png); height: 250px; width: 390px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border-radius: 4em 4em 0em 0em; border: #242323 6px solid; padding-top: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-left: 25; padding-bottom: 25; opacity: 0.8;] [/style] [style=width: 420px; margin-top: -10px; padding-top: -2px; font-size: 25px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2;]Razorfang; Rainclan Warrior[/style] [style=width: 420px; padding-top: -2px; margin-top: -10px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: #5E5E5E; text-align: center; text-shadow: #000000 5px 4px 2px; letter-spacing: 4px;]TWENTY-EIGHT MOONS[/style] [style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Russetpaw hardly even acknowledged the praise in which Razorfang had bothered to announce so openly. And, he'd be wrong to say that didn't annoy him. Since the beginning, Razorfang had barely cracked an impressed expression. And at last, Russetpaw had received what was seemingly unthinkable from Razorfang's behavior. And, he ignored it to instead, ramble about his annoyance of how Razorfang absorbing his hit made him feel 'weak'.
The calmness held in the depths of the obsidian warrior's gray-green eyes returned to their ordinary state of hostility. If Russetpaw wanted Razorfang to actually try. His wish was about to be granted. Hastily, the tom's limbs advanced forwardly with stretched strides until he stood directly before the enraged Russetpaw. For a moment, the large warrior remained silent, fixating fury eyes upon the reddish brown tom. But, soon enough, Razorfang released a snort of clear disapproval before his lethal jaws interlocked around the scruff of Russetpaw's neck. Without giving Russetpaw the time to screech his annoyance for being picked up, or even worse, claw his way out of the warrior's grip... he flung the reddish brown apprentice into the water.
Ah, satisfaction at last. A smirk decorated Razorfang's hazelnut-furred mouth, stifling back an eruption of laughter that was oh so tempting to release. “Consider your desires followed through upon. I'll no longer allow you to successfully strike without a thorough counter on my part.” Razorfang got a kick out of twisting the desires of another. For instance, Russetpaw started off with simply not wanting his mentor to allow him a strike when he didn't earn it. And, how did that end? With Russetpaw taking a little swim. “How's the water? Perfect time for a swim, I'd say.” As incredibly wrong it may have been... it was exactly what it looked like. Razorfang was intentionally taunting the apprentice for the purpose of embarrassing him.
Like it or not, there was a hint of a lesson to be learnt from this. No cat got away with back-talking Razorfang. If you wanted the obsidian warrior with a heart of ice to actually try during battle training... you'd end up in the nearest pool of water. [/style]
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