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Post by Fawn on Jun 19, 2017 6:20:20 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR Five whole sunrises had passed since he'd been given his very first apprentice. Desertpaw was large for his age, but other then that, Harestrike hadn't noticed anything special or unique about him. Harestrike didn't care, though; if he pushed Desertpaw hard and made sure he was keeping up with his training - what was to stop Desertpaw from becoming a great warrior?
Probably not as good as him or Thrushwhisker, but decent enough. That's what Firestar wanted.
Harestrike thrust his nose into the apprentices' den, calling from the entrance. "Let's go, Desertpaw. Border patrol." It was his first border patrol as an apprentice; Harestrike had always thought border patrols were boring unless a fight happened, but he was looking forward to showing Desertpaw more of their territory. They had done a cursory tour of LightningClan's home for the first few days, followed by hunting practice throughout.
Though his paws itched to get to battle training, he knew better than to launch a new apprentice right into that. Desertpaw needed to be able to hunt first, for the Clan, to prove his usefulness. Then they could focus on the fighting.
But Harestrike was impatient. Some tips when we get to the sun stones will be good. Harestrike did not train on the trampled grasses. Not since LightningClan had successfully stolen the sun stones from StoneClan; Harestrike snorted at the thought of their neighbors. If they couldn't defend their own territory, they didn't deserve to keep it.
The softness of the trampled grasses were too comfortable. Fights happened in all sorts of terrain, and if they ever had to fight StoneClan in the scrublands and rocky areas of that Clan's territory, Harestrike didn't want to be at a disadvantage. So he trained on the hard, hot rocks, getting his paw pads toughened up, used to a stark conditions.
Going to the flooded grasses to soak his paws after was the best part.
That itch to go expend some energy doubled in the time it took for his apprentice to finally make an appearance. When Desertpaw did arrive, Harestrike waved him away from the meager fresh kill pile. "That's for the queens and elders. We're patrolling, then we can hunt on the way back." Some mentors liked to be soft with their apprentices. Not him.
If Desertpaw wanted to eat, then he had to earn it. Aware of the Clan's deputy nearby, and his mother's ever-present, ever-critical eye on the back of his neck, Harestrike wasted no time joining the rest of their patrol outside of camp.
Word Count:429 WordsTags: @vextha I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU Notes: First training thread, woo! Feel free to have Desertpaw ask questions about anything. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 13:31:22 GMT -5
Desertpaw 7 Moons | LightningClan | TomDesertpaw woke from the sound of someone calling to him he lifted his head from the patch of dirt he was resting on to find out it was not his brother but what sounded like Harestrike his new mentor. Realizing it was his first day of training he sprung up from the spot he had just been napping in shook off the loose dirt and rushed for the entrance of the den. As he made it outside he located Harestrike and trotted over to him with his chest puffed up trying to impress his trainer.
Desertpaw could feel a small grumble from his stomach but tried to brush it off, until he noticed the kill pile close to Harestrike. Harestrike gestured him away from it, “That's for the queens and elders. We're patrolling, then we can hunt on the way back.” Desertkit silently groaned, he was so eager to begin is training but was feeling a bit down he was told he could not eat. Desertpaw pushed on past the fresh kill pile and walked towards the patrol Harestrike had been leading him to.
Making to the outskirt of the camp Desertpaw finally reached pace with Harestrike and decided now was a good time to ask him questions about his training. “Harestrike, where are we patrolling today?” Desertpaw wanted to explore and could not wait he wanted to see everything within the LightningClan's territory “Not to sound to impatient either but I really think I could be good in battle when will we practice that?” He was hoping that he would get a answer that would mean soon cause sitting around and patrolling or napping all day was not Desertpaw's ideal way to be spending time. He could feel his stomach grumble again he pushed the feeling back down hoping they would go hunting at some point during their trek with the others.
Like water in the desert, is wisdom to the soul. EDWARD COUNSEL, Maxims Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Jun 24, 2017 19:55:46 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR "Sun Stones," Harestrike explained. "To make sure StoneClan knows better than to try pulling a fast one on us." LightningClan had taken Sun Stones what felt like ages ago, and Harestrike still harbored some residual grumpiness over not participating in that battle. Nightstep gets all the glory.
Desertpaw's enthusiastic, squeaky voice had Harestrike glancing back to the younger tom. He snorted, his green eyes full of fire and vigor. "Oh yeah? Well you'll soon be able to prove it, Desertpaw. We're going to do a little battle practice on the stones. StoneClan has a rocky territory, so the sooner you get used to rock under your paws, the better." Just in case we have to invade... Or chase them all the way to their camp.
The trek to their border with StoneClan wasn't exactly close. Harestrike's paws itched to carry him through the long grasses, the tom's legs were built for speed - and anyone who had seen him run would know he was good at it. Harestrike's eyes darted to Shadewhisker, the she-cat and senior warrior leading their patrol. Maybe she could let them go off on their own...
"Shadewhisker," he mewed, lengthening his stride until he was walking beside her, pace for pace. "Desertpaw and I need to warm up for our sparring session. We're gonna run ahead."
The she-cat's ear flicked, and even though he smiled like a champion whose intentions were never selfish or in any way negative, Shadewhisker looked about to refuse. "Fine. If you two want to wear yourselves out before we even get there, be my guest."
"Thanks Shadewhisker," he gave himself enough time to force a purr, then with a signaling sweep of his tail, Harestrike took the lead. "Keep up, Desertpaw!" He shouted back to his apprentice. If you can.
Word Count: 297 Words Tags: @vextha I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 16:48:10 GMT -5
Desertpaw 7 Moons | LightningClan | TomAs Harestrike took off Desertpaw was stunned at the speed in which his mentor was able to muster, he shook off the feeling and bolted after him with as much force as he could muster. Pushing himself as hard as he could faster and faster to try and keep a close distance let alone catch up to Harestrike. The long grass rushed past him as he reached what he felt was his peak speed his adrenaline pumping Desertpaw felt invigorated he had never been able to run this fast and far inside the camp, out here he was free. He shook his thoughts on concentrated on his speed he didn't want to trip and make a fool of himself on his first day of training. Focusing on the movement of his muscles and his footing in the tall grass Desertpaw pressed on towards Harestrike.
Desertpaw grinded to a halt he had never been this far out of camp before he was a little hesitant to pursue forward away from the things he knew so well. The smell of the daily fresh kill piles, his brother Lynxpaw, and the other cats that he saw daily around camp. Desertpaw took a deep breath and mewed “Harestrike where are we headed is it much further?” He arched back and sprang forward into a sprint to try to catch up to Harestrike who at this point had slowed down as if to wait for the young tom. “I heard you mention we are going to spar today to Shadewhisker is that true?” His eyes widened as he finally caught up to Harestrike who had all but stopped to a light job at this point. Desertpaw panting tried to catch his breath and clear his mind trying to understand where they were going.
The sound of the breeze dancing through the gross filled Desertpaw's ears there was a long. He could hear the ground crunching under his paws. Having finally caught up with Harestrike Desertpaw strolled beside him trying to catch his breath. He looked over to the warrior and admired his speed and sheer power he thought to himself he wanted to be that strong when he grew up, no he wanted to surpass him and everyone and help protect those he cared about. Desertpaw puffed out his chest and bragged to Harestrike “My goal is to be faster than you one day, I cause a lot of trouble because of my attitude but I am going to train my tail off in order to protect me and my brother from harm.” He didn't mean to disrespect Harestrike by bragging to him he wanted to show a small part of his soft side without coming off as the big softy Desertpaw really was. “Sorry.” Desertpaw had learned to start apologizing from Lynxpaw who had constantly reprimanded him when he would do something wrong. “I really do think highly of you and the elders. I just get a little rowdy now and then.”
Like water in the desert,
is wisdom to the soul.
EDWARD COUNSEL, Maxims Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Jul 1, 2017 16:16:29 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR “My goal is to be faster than you one day, I cause a lot of trouble because of my attitude but I am going to train my tail off in order to protect me and my brother from harm.”
Though Desertpaw had probably meant well, what Harestrike took away from that was more competition. A frission of annoyance traveled beneath his coat, and he kept his tail from lashing too obviously. First Eaglekit, now Desertpaw... What's the point of being king of the hill, if everyone's trying to push you off? He hated the threat these two toms posed; add in his steady competition with his brother, Thrushwhisker, and Harestrike went to his nest each night, wondering if things would change the following morning.
"Right," said Harestrike at last, trying to salvage his mood. Ha, as if you could ever beat me. He was stuck, how. On one paw, he could control how successful Desertpaw was as a warrior; on the other, he was expected to train him to be an excellent warrior of LightningClan. He had a duty to fulfill, and he couldn't disappoint Morningfrost.
As if harrassed by too many flies, Harestrike gave his pelt a good shake, mentally swatting away those thoughts to concentrate on his student. "Apologies fill no bellies," he mewed, taking on the same unforgiving tone that his mother had often taken with him. "And it won't keep your claws sharp. Progress and hard work, will. So. You must have fought with Lynxpaw, even if it was just a few playfights; show me your battle stance. If it's good, I'll show you a few moves. If it's lousy, we're gonna have to work on that before you can start any real fighting."
Ha, he'd had his battle stance perfected before he'd left the nursery. Morningfrost had made certain they had every advantage possible when they went into their apprenticeship. Cats like Desertpaw, who didn't have such dedicated parents, ended up soft.
Soft, and going to need to be pushed hard to guarantee success. Harestrike, like a tyrant overseeing a lowly peasant, took a step back to observe Desertpaw's movements.
Word Count: 353 WordsTags: @vextha I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2017 15:09:18 GMT -5
Desertkit 7 Moons | LightningClan | TomLooking down after his unexpected actions Desertpaw wondered if he was softer than he thought. He waited for a response from Harestrike. "Show me your battle stance. If it's good, I'll show you a few moves. If it's lousy, we're gonna have to work on that before you can start any real fighting." He had play fought with Lynxpaw before but it wasn't a very common thing unless he could rile up his brother enough to get him to wrestle around with him.
With the words of Harestrike traveling through Desertpaw's ears he attempted the best stance he could. He wasn't really sure what a battle stance was, he made a awkward attempt to copy what he used when play fighting with his brother resulting in a weak legged haphazard feeling. “H-Harestrike?” Desertpaw hesitated his legs shaking in embarrassment he hadn't felt like this in a while since he accidentally ate from a kill pile in the camp that was meant for elders and the sick. “I don't really have a lot of experience with fighting except wrestling around occasionally with my brother.” Desertpaw could feel his eyes start to tear up, but he did not want to seem to week on his first day of training. Sniffing up and wiping a tear away Desertpaw looked back up to Harestrike.
Meeting eyes with the warrior, Desertpaw reset his composure and attempted his stance again this time feeling slightly more confident but still a little weary on if he was doing it right. Puffing out his chest he leaned back into a position that almost seemed as if he was ready to pounce. Though he felt like this was a suitable battle stance he could feel his legs shake from the running they had done before they had reached this point. Hoping this would satisfy Harestrike's request he waited panting for a response from his mentor, the grass flowing with the light breeze creating a moment of silence in Desertpaw's mind.
Like water in the desert, is wisdom to the soul. EDWARD COUNSEL, Maxims
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Post by Fawn on Jul 6, 2017 16:56:24 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR Is he crying? Harestrike's stomach turned to ice water, horror taking root. What the Dark Forest am I supposed to do with a tom-kitten that cries? It was, thank StarClan, a fleeting thing; Desertpaw got a hold of himself and even tried his stance again. It was still pretty sloppy, but sloppy stances was something he could work with.
NOT tears.
"You're exhausted from the run over," Harestrike observed, watching Desertpaw's legs shake. He'd suddenly felt grateful for the many nursery lessons Morningfrost and Peregrinewing had taught him since he was old enough to follow instructions and use his voice. Sunblaze, his mentor, had molded him into a strong warrior - but his parents had laid the foundation.
"The good news is that I've seen worse," mewed the lanky tabby-and-white warrior. "The bad news is that it's still a bad stance. You can relax. Watch me, then copy what I do." He needs to get stronger, faster, tougher. Seeing so much work to do whenever he looked at the dark-furred tom, Harestrike's thoughts reeled at the challenge.
Pah, this is nothing. He'd still rather spend time with Desertpaw than Dovecloud; at least he could maul Desertpaw a bit during their training. Dovecloud would shriek bloody murder if he so much as even jokingly dirtied up her pristine white coat. Satisfied that he had a challenge he could actually complete, Harestrike waited until the kitten was looking his way - and then naturally eased into a battle stance.
His paws were planted firmly and not too far apart; lean muscle and long limbs responded with ease. Long slightly-fluffy tail held a few mouselengths above the ground, Harestrike squared his shoulders and let out a battle yowl for effect. "Your turn. Close your eyes and pretend you're a warrior of LightningClan. Everyone's watching you. You're going to lead the first battle patrol," Harestrike's eyes gleamed. "Take a stance like you can protect your Clan from anything. Plant your feet."
Word Count: 324 WordsTags: @vextha I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU Notes:
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2017 14:41:05 GMT -5
Desertkit 4 Moons | LightningClan | Tom Hearing Harestrike's orders Desertpaw closed his eyes and began to clear his mind of any fear and doubt he had he filled himself with a fire, the very fire that made him want to become the strong warrior that could protect those close to him was this what Harestrike was referencing? Desertpaw wandered around in his thoughts for a moment. He thought about Lynxpaw and how badly he did not want to lose him, he was the only family Desertpaw had left. “Take your stance like you can protect your Clan from anything. Plant your feet.” With a fire in his belly Desertpaw readied himself and cleared his composure. Desertpaw planted his feet strongly on the ground, took a deep breath, and made himself look as large as possible. With a strong unbreakable mountain feeling in his stance he faced towards Harestrike with the most fearless look he could give. Staying keen he prepared himself for what might happen next would Harestrike lunge at him with no warning and begin their sparring? Desertpaw focused on every part of Harestrike trying to look for signs that he would begin their match when he deemed Desertpaw's stance worthy enough to take the next step in their training session. Desertpaw decided that he would not let Harestrike get a jump on him he recalled back to the times he would sneak up on his Lynxpaw when he was asleep using his brother as a sort of practice dummy for his training when they were just kits. He shifted his paws ever so slightly and began to prepare his lunge at Harestrike. His eyes focused on his objective a moment of pure silence passed over the two of them. Within a moments notice Desertpaw began his playful assault toward Harestrike it was only at this point that he realized how much stronger Harestrike was than him and the speed that he had witnessed during their run to their current location. Desertpaw couldn't tell if Harestrike had moved since Desertpaw had, he took a safe bet and leaped backwards and fell back into a defensive position, his fur standing on ends from the rush of adrenaline he had received just then. Desertpaw reset his posture waiting for a reaction from Harestrike. “If you are, I am ready.”
Like water in the desert,
is wisdom to the soul.
EDWARD COUNSEL, Maxims
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Post by Fawn on Jul 12, 2017 17:18:27 GMT -5
28 MOONS LIGHTNINGCLAN WARRIOR Desertpaw leaped at him - and Harestrike retaliated in an instant, side-stepping his much younger opponent without thought. Desertpaw then leaped back, out of harm's way (or so he thought), and Harestrike smirked. He still fights like a kit. "You're new at this. I get it. But don't play around - this is serious stuff. If you're gonna lunge, be prepared to attack me. Keep your claws in," he didn't want shredded ears from an overly ambitious apprentice, thanks. "But really go for it."
Harestrike circled his student, nudging his back legs into the proper position. There. "Feel that? Now you're in the right position. It'll change as you age - heavier cats don't stand the same way as lighter cats - but don't worry about that right now. Right now, you have to get comfortable attacking others. LightningClan needs warriors who won't wimp out on the day of battle."
Sunblaze's often volatile wisdom was seared into Harestrike's mind like sunspots, and he fell back on a combination of experience and advice from his apprenticeship. Facing the younger tom, who was still gazing at him as if he were a TigerClan warrior about to sneak into the nursery, Harestrike stopped just in front of him. "You won't win this first fight," he stated without hesitation. "But every defeat is an opportunity to learn. So pay attention."
With the instructions laid down, Harestrike lunged forward. It was not a playful act meant to engage, but the reaction of a warrior when faced with a proper opponent. He kept his ears flat to his skull - protected from enemy strikes - and his teeth bared. Harestrike's claws would not be making an appearance during this practice fight, but he still had to remind himself not to get carried away. Harestrike swiped at Desertpaw's legs, a basic move meant to knock Desertpaw flat on his flank if he didn't know how to avoid it. Harestrike instinctively prepared for the retaliation, stepping to the left to take advantage of the apprentice's messy fall if the strike did as he expected it to.
Word Count:341 Words Tags: @vextha I CAN'T SLOW DOWN, I WON'T BE WAITING FOR YOU Notes:
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