Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on May 2, 2020 3:41:24 GMT -5
Stormpaw I'm headed straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen
☁ — The river looked deady and beautiful as it rushed haphazardly past it's still, sandy banks with the bodies of slender fish slipped through the rocky bed below. The gurgling noise was practically music to the silver tabby's ears, calling her like a siren to swim within it's cool and refreshing waves that lapped at her thick paws.
The thick plume tail of the young she-cat twitched, brushing against the ground as it trailed behind her. Despite her lack of respect and irritable temperament when it comes to authority figures, there was a brilliance of delight within the stormy blue pools of the striped molly. She, for all flaws, was very competitive and even more so when it came to her brother, Troutpaw. To top it all off, today was battle training and Waspstrike had come to collect both she and her more slender brother to face off against each other.
Stormpaw couldn't wait to see his face once she successfully pinned him to the dusty ground of the sand bar in the middle of the river.
"Ready to lose bro?" Stormpaw teased in that well known, irritable rasp though it seemed somewhat softer when she spoke to him compared to anyone else in Rainclan's ranks. Save for their mother, Willowbreeze. Not much for being a friendly and likable she-cat, Stormpaw was known to have a soft spot when it came to both her mother and her brother, a bond from birth that would always be there no matter what might happen. They were family after all.
Flickering her plume tail once more, those stormy hues shifted to lock onto her brother's mentor. A young bengal that Stormpaw had already had the delight of getting into a heated argument with, though she had been but a kit during that confrontation. The silver tabby had been attempting another escape from the camp, much to the disdain of their irritating and perfect leader: Silverstar.
She found amusement in rebelling against the rules, it happened to be a rather negative personality trait that she enjoyed showing off.
"Let's see if your wasp-brain mentor taught you anything good." Stormpaw picked at the older tomcat with a smirk wide upon her pale muzzle. She was aware of Waspstrike's temperament, and the ever unpredictable she-cat always enjoyed to poke and prod even when it was best left alone. Ever like her namesake, the young molly was a force of nature with an unpredicted temper that could spark like lightning within any given time.
Confident in his stride, Troutpaw walked alongside his sister without a worry in the world. Stormpaw's attitude matched her namesake but he never feared her or her antics. Perhaps much to their mother's dismay, he joined his sister in most of her endeavors. While he knew his limits, Troutpaw hated to see his mother upset.
He couldn't help but sense the changing wind. Stormpaw boldly bickered with clanmates. Challenged the status quo at every turn. He agreed with her, most of the time, but after learning from Waspsrike things had changed. His mentor had a lot to offer even if he was only a few moons older then him. Troutpaw had quickly come to admire the bengall tom-cat.
So when Stormpaw made her comment, Troutpaw turned his head in annoyance, brow furrowed. "I've learned a lot from him," It would have taken a lot for him to admit that to anyone else that wasn't Stormpaw, for his honesty he hoped Stormpaw wouldn't continue the disrespect.
"I don't plan to lose," He added as an afterthought, picking up his pace slightly to walk close to Wasprike. Seeking to catch his mentor's eye in an attempt to read his expression.
Wonderful, battle training with a little brat of an apprentice. Waspstrike kept a low and steady growl in his throat as he and the two apprentices walked behind him, arguing about who-knows-what. Why did he agree to train both of them?
Troutpaw, Waspstrike had grown to like. While the two toms were different in many ways, they had a few fundamental similarities, one of them being a deep desire to please. Waspstrike would never admit to anyone that he wanted to be respected by others, but the desire was there nonetheless.
Therefore, when Troutpaw hopped to his mentor's defense after Stormpaw's quip, Waspstrike couldn't help but smile ever-so-slightly, the growl in his throat stopping. "Be careful, Stormpaw," he teased, his head lazily turning back to the two apprentices. "No bias intended, but my bet is on your brother." Bias totally intended. Stormpaw sucked!
As his apprentice padded a little closer to him, Waspstrike turned to look at him. Troutpaw was by no means full-grown, but Waspstrike was such a small cat that the apprentice was already his size. "I'm here to train both of you," he said quietly, "But don't forget the other moves we've been working on."
As the trio approached the sand bar, Waspstrike moved ahead of Stormpaw and Troutpaw, dashing to the center of the bar.
"Today, you will learn critical defensive maneuvers as well as spar. As you are both about the same size, neither of you will have the advantage of being the 'quick' one or the 'powerful' one." He walked in between them. "Follow what I do."
The small tom began to move in a circlular motion, keeping his eyes on the center of the circle the entire time. His paws weaved around each other, changing direction at random intervals, making his movement unpredictable.
"You don't have to be small or fast to avoid getting hit. You just have to be consistent and aware." He stopped then walked back to the center of the two apprentices. "While you are sparring today, I do not want to see either of you stop moving for even a moment."
He walked to the edge of the sandbar to spectate. "And if I even see one claw come out, you'll both be tending to the Elders for the next 3 moons."
Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 8, 2020 4:54:17 GMT -5
Stormpaw I'm headed straight for the castle They wanna make me their queen
☁ — She hated how quickly her short coated brother jumped to the defense of his mentor when she attempted a jab. It only tipped her already easily swayed mood towards a more temperamental and stormy outcome. She was not one who did well with authority figures, her own bumbling, badger like mentor could easily attest to that as she openly defied him and was quick to ignore his ruling or decisions. As far as the silver tabby was concerned, Waspstrike was just as obnoxious and annoying as Moosejaw.
Troutpaw's indignation to her jest cause a shift in the already temperamental she-cat's mood as those stormy blue pools of her flickered with the intensity of her namesake. A grumble rose within her chest though it didn't quite make it far enough to become a growl as the young apprentice slowly slid her claws, extras and all, back within the softness of her thick paws. It seemed like the golden spotted Bengal was going to take all the fun out of the battle practice today, the irritation obvious as the youngster's plume tail lashed behind her before she followed Troutpaw into the waiting river.
Stormpaw had always loved the water, even from a young age she had been fascinated by the cool, clear liquid that ran all over Rainclan's territory. Several times as a kit she had been stopped from sneaking out of the safety of the camp in an attempt to stand on the sandy banks and watch as the blue surface rushed past her paws just like she had done early upon her arrival to the river with the Sand Bar only a quick swim away. The feeling of the water pulling at her long, thick fur was almost comforting as if it too felt the storm below the surface.
Her paws cut through the glassy water with ease, which made sense considering she came from a clan of cats that were proficient in swimming. Not to mention she had those webbed toes that made it easy for her to paddle through like a duck as the water surged around her like an extra pelt as her silver striped form headed towards the waiting sandy patch in her line of sight. Droplets of water fell from her coat as she pulled herself out, moving to shake her dense pelt and not caring whether or not she splashed either her brother or his annoying mentor.
A smirk crossed over the maw of the ever unpredictable molly, wet tail lashing behind her as those stormy pool crackled within her face. There may have not truly been much of a size difference but Stormpaw had more fur which made her seem bigger and there was not a doubt within her mind that she could overpower her brother. Confidence was practically beaming within blue gaze of the disrespectful tabby, and besides she wasn't going to give Troutpaw the benefit of a doubt without at least pushing him to his limits.
Stormpaw, though had no doubt she had anything to prove, still felt like putting Troutpaw in his place.
"Bring it on brother." Her tone was cold and rumbled in an ominous fashion within her throat as a snarl road on the tail of her comment. Her eyes flashed dangerously, the calm before the storm slowly fading as the young she-cat proved she was, without a doubt, aptly named. Once again her wet tail lashed behind her as she shifted her stance, prepared to either block some form of attack from the tabby across from her or by chance to launch an attack of her own. While her emotions were easily read, her thoughts were not.