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Blizzardclaw jumped back and aimed a swipe at the bark of his enemy; he did his best to juke left and right on his quickly tiring legs. The white senior warrior did his best to keep himself light on his paws; he had to keep up this pace as long as he could. He had been training for the last hour; it was a non-stop grind trying to keep himself sharp. It was only inevitable that he would get old but he was trying to avoid it as long as he possibly could. He however was pleased that he was always getting better and better, and he was sure he would soon be in his prime. He had to push himself harder than he ever had before so the forest would soon be seeing the greatest Blizzardclaw they would ever know. However the insane pace he had kept up for so long was getting to him, he was degenerating quickly and before too long he was collapsed on the ground sucking in as much air as he possibly could.


OCC: Hellion

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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Fernpaw has been given the task of sorting old and new herbs, Swanfeather had already mentally prepared a list of what she needed and set out to find it. The she-cat had given up training her nose to seek out prey, in fact she was terribly hunter for anything that could run away and many times she wasn't paying attention and scared away prey, blame it on the fact her nose had been burned nearly useless due to all the overexpose to herbs, Swanfeather didn't use it as an excuse.

Flicking her black tail, the pointed she-cat made her way closer to the growing herbs that dotted along the sand bar, useful and always in need, she was quick to gather a small pile, making sure only to take the most ripe of herbs in order to ensure that other would have a chance to grow. After her pile was large enough, Swanfeather turned to leave but a figure caught her attention.

In front of her where the sand bar was used for training, she saw the figure of Blizzardclaw, the older warrior was training which caught Swanfeather's attention. Carefully placing the herbs on a dry spot, the pretty blue-eyed she-cat made her toward him, careful to clear her throat in order to bring attention to herself.

"It would be nice if all the warriors trained as hard as you." She commented, intending for it to be a compliment but it was edge one, commenting on the lack of well trained seasoned warriors such as Blizzardclaw, seemed to her few reached it to a most senior of age and in such condition as he. "I have to say I admire your drive to maintain a good form." Her words were true as she looked him over, careful not to give into showing too much emotion.

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In my head I see your baby blues
I hear your voice and I, I break in two and now there's
One of me, with you

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As Blizzardclaw attempted to control his breathing and slow his heartbeat, he wasn’t expecting company to find him. However as he heard the clearing of a throat to get his attention he knew that someone had found him, so picking up his gaze he spotted the figure of his clans’ medicine cat. He was afraid she was going to scold him for working so hard in his aging state or would try to push unwanted herbs on him for no reason. This wasn’t the case however as compliments, something he thought were impossible to pull from Swanfeather, started to spill from her maw. Even more surprising was the fact that she complimented him on his drive to keep in such good shape as long as he possibly could. “I’m not sure all warriors could handle my training regime.” He answered simply shrugging off her other comment not wanting to accept any undo praise. “What can I do for you Swanfeather?” He had already forcibly slowed his breathing so he could speak in a normal voice and he felt like he was suffocating but knew he would get over it.

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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Swanfeather paid no attention to the labored breathing that took over the warrior, she sat down, placing her tail neatly over her paws, she studied the older warrior with a keen medical eye. His breathing was labored, he was attempting to bring it into sync and so far he was doing alright, it didn't sound rattled or as if he couldn't get the air he needed, no medical issues heard.

Her blue eyes scanned him over, no limps or bad healing bones were seen, the warrior wasn't suffering and perhaps not in need of joint medicine, not that she'd offer. Blizzardclaw was still an active warrior of RainClan, not until the days he stepped away from his warrior rank would she over him something for his pain besides poppy.

"There isn't anything you can do for me but perhaps when Fernpaw is older you can help me train her. She need to learn to defend herself and perhaps an offensive move or two." She gave him her idea, waiting for him to accept or deny her request, the black pointed she-cat was used to getting her way and with Blizzardclaw being the cat he is, she'd hope he wouldn't hesitate and agree to help her.

"Perhaps you can help me freshen up my own moves." She played it coy, if he wouldn't train Fernpaw, he couldn't turn down training her and in a sense train Fernpaw, one way or another this detour wasn't going to be wasted in idle chit chat.

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In my head I see your baby blues
I hear your voice and I, I break in two and now there's
One of me, with you

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Blizzardclaw wasn’t dumb he could see exactly what the medicine cat was doing; he had seen that set of watchful eyes look over his body before. She was looking for injuries always assessing and always calculating, he would allow for now because he knew he had no injuries worth hiding. He had been in more than his fair share of battles and would be in even more before he decided it was time to give up that life, so he knew what injuries needed to be treated and which ones he could handle on his own. Only a few moments after she was done inspecting him she made a proposition that he help her train her apprentice some battle moves. He couldn’t help but snort softly as she tried to sucker him in with talk of training him as well, he couldn’t be suckered in however because he was sold before she had even asked. “I’ll train her and I’ll train you.” He said simply, “I’ll train anyone that comes to me and wants to learn, however you must know that it’ll be done my way and I will be the one to decide when you are done.”

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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Pleased that he agreed, Swanfeather nodded in understanding of his words. She wouldn't mind getting better with her fighting abilities but she wasn't going to be forced into training and despite his request to be in charge, Swanfeather was going to make something clear.

"I appreciate that you are willing to train us. However, something needs to be made clear. Fernpaw and I aren't warriors. We do not need to be trained in such a way. Only to defend ourselves and important things around us. Fernpaw won't be going on the front lines into any battles. Her words were firm and cold, she wasn't a fool and already lost one apprentice, she wasn't about to risk the life of another because some warrior trained her and she thought able to take care of a seasoned warrior.

"Now when would you like my own training to start?" She asked, rising to her paws, her black tail flicking back and forth as she waited for his answer, her blue eyes locked on his own eyes, her full attention given to the warrior.

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In my head I see your baby blues
I hear your voice and I, I break in two and now there's
One of me, with you

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Tag::@poptart
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Blizzardclaw eyed the Rainclan medicine cat as she tried to make things clear and set ground rules with him. She seemed to think she was going to dictate how anything would go and even as cold and calculating as she seemed to be he found it cute. “It’s not my call whether or not she goes into battle, or if she has to defend herself. I can assure you I will never endorse either of you be sent into battle because you are right, neither of you are warriors.” He retorted quickly before continuing to walk a fine line down such a dangerous path, “I will teach you everything I think you need to know, because I know better than you. I know better than most any other warrior.” For the grand finale he was going to take it to a place she would most likely try to skin him alive for, “I know you have reservations because of your last apprentices tragic fate, but maybe it’s not warrior training that lead to your apprentice’s demise. Maybe it was a lack of it.”

[Hellion]

Swanfeather

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It was clear that Swanfeather admired the warrior of senior status, but what was wasn't admiring was his tone. While she wasn't one to normally pull rank on such a well known warrior she felt that she should. Blizzardclaw did not have the right to speak to her in such a way, it was rude and unacceptable. Her blue eyes narrowed at his blatant disregard for her place within the clan. She was not a warrior and in it wasn't in StarClan's design to have her wrestling around in the dirt for the benefit of knowing how to. All she wanted from the knowledgeable warrior was a few extra moves, a tactic or two to keep herself alive long enough in a fight to get help, she was okay with being the weaker but how could a warrior understand that?

The cold gaze of the she-cat was burning a hole into the head of Blizzardclaw but she kept her mouth shut, the rank would be pulled with a few choice words to Sandstar, the white warrior wouldn't be getting off scotch free for treating her in such a way. Keeping calm, the black pointed she-cat watched his mouth as those final words were uttered and StarClan's fury was bright in her eyes.

The resolve that was the calm Swanfeather melted away like ice as the gap was closed, she was up front and personal with him in a matter of moments, a dark look in her eyes. "You have best remember who you are speaking to warrior. Flickerpaw died because he drowned not because of the war. I would never have sent my apprentice into a battle without him being trained and even then he'd be as a last resort if I was dead or dying." A hiss was heard as she took in more air to keep up her rant. "Flickerpaw died because his leg was broken and unable to be mended, he could fight the current and I wasn't able to save him without myself drowning. Would you have liked it better if I died alone with Flickerpaw? Leave RainClan without a medicine cat, would you have liked that instead? She spat out her whisker twitching and her tail flicking with rapid and angry movements. "I live with my choice everyday but I will not allow you to question my training of my apprentices." Swanfeather stopped and took a few steps back, signally she was preparing to leave.

"Consider this a threat Blizzardclaw, don't get yourself hurt anytime soon, I just might run out of herbs." Her words were dark and sounding slightly out of character but if only he knew just the pain she lived with, that pain of Frostfang and now Flickerpaw, he'd just barely start to understand why she was the way she is, but then again he was just a warrior and she a medicine cat, they'd never understand each other's lives.

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In my head I see your baby blues
I hear your voice and I, I break in two and now there's
One of me, with you

Word Count:: 521
Tag::@poptart
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