Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2020 7:34:57 GMT -5
TREECLAN LEADER |
48 MOONS |
THE PROBLEM IS YOU THINK YOU HAVE TIME
Pumafang hadn’t seen the Hidden Thicket this packed in a long time. Seas of youthful pelts were gathered with dawn's chill ruffling their fur and clouds of steam billowing from their throats. He couldn’t imagine the turmoil it would be if their mentors had been there. With him and Mossheart being the only warriors present, he was sure the apprentices were a bit quieter and less comfortable. The towering, chocolate-black leader rested back casually on his haunches, his thick, long tail wrapping neatly around his paws.
One apprentice in particular couldn’t hear the words he so desperately wanted to tell him. Pumafang suspected that was why the white tom was stationed before him at twenty-one moons old, and still an average warrior at best. Though their mentors weren’t here to make excuses for themselves. Reality would show.
At least Asterpaw would be able to see it.
“You all are here,” He enunciated with his usual, distinct rumble, glancing around the clearing with a somber, amber gaze. “because you are still apprentices.”
Pumafang beckoned to Mossheart to begin pairing the apprentices. The small, brown deputy busied himself, bouncing forward immediately, sorting the youth with soft, directive murmurs. Pumafang admired how careful Mossheart was, and to most of the apprentices, the small, earthy tom did not distract from his leader’s message.
“Some opportunities will casually pass you by. Many will scramble and flee at the prospect of being captured. It is up to you to secure them within your grasp. Like fresh-caught prey, some will be warm and sweet. Some will be ridden with sickness and disease.” Pumafang meowed, tone lackluster at best, but the weight of his voice seemed to dampen and darken the clearing a shade. “As you all now know, Summitwatcher was made a warrior at nine moons old. His discipline and effort granted him a skill that surpasses that same skill in most of your mentors.” Pumafang paused. “You all have the opportunity to be far better than your teachers, and far sooner.”
Pumafang pulled himself to his paws, looking at the pairings. Acornpaw vs Sagepaw. He was curious about the two light-pelted, grey-tinged she-cats. Sagepaw needed this training more than any one of the other apprentices if she was going to protect herself and uphold her duties as a Medicine Cat. Acornpaw, on the other hand, had a potential hidden away. Her competitive nature secured Pumafang’s attention, though he questioned if her motives were resolute: if she would be a burden or an asset to an elite force. If it would even be what she would want. It would be a separate life away from family and home for possibly days at a time, and he suspected few would truly settle in a career like that.
Pumafang blinked his amber eyes. Moving on.
Graypaw vs Moonpaw. Pumafang was curious about his apprentice’s brother. Moonpaw had the personality he craved: that reticent, independent type who took care of himself without the need of hand-holding. Pumafang’s gaze traced the tom’s black form with reserved interest. There was much resemblance between brother and sister in form, though their personalities were as different as their pelts. He questioned if Graypaw’s training was enough to counter Moonpaw’s seemingly more inherent skill in the avenue of war.
With his influence, Pumafang suspected the tom would be able to achieve his dreams with little conflict, though he held true to his word. Opportunity was available to everyone, though everyone would have to step up for themselves to obtain it. Though a little encouragement was worth a shot.
His own apprentice craved it.
Graypaw had the determination. She showed very much promise in regards to hunting, though her fighting would likely be average at best. Pumafang understood the difference between effort and talent.
Which brought him to his next pairing.
Mottledpaw vs Harepaw. There was little of either he thought. Though Pumafang respected their choices. Perhaps one of them would prove him wrong and steal the spotlight with a canny and perfectly executed move, though he thought it unlikely. The two seemed content with being average warriors, and Pumafang was content with letting them progress at their own pace.
That’s why he put them together.
The final pairing, Asterpaw vs Shrikepaw, didn’t feel right. Giving the twenty-one moon old warrior a fresh, baby-faced apprentice straight from the nursery felt demeaning. Pumafang felt like the entire clan underestimated Asterpaw, and setting up his prized student, Shrikepaw, for failure? Pumafang stood up, his tail snagging his deputy’s attention.
“Assess Asterpaw’s skills today.” He addressed the kind and careful deputy. Pumafang never could sit idle. Sleep tended to claim him far too quickly. Besides, what better way to prepare the best than with the best? He had a feeling the clan had failed Asterpaw. That they had written him off as damaged goods and set his bar low to compensate for his misfortunes.
“Don’t hold back.” Pumafang growled under his breath to Mossheart as the deputy was walking away. Pumafang turned to face his opponent with a lowly bark at the tip of his tongue. “Shrikepaw, come to me. Everyone else, line up beside Mossheart and Asterpaw with your partner.”
He had high hopes for this russet tabby apprentice. Out of all those in the clearing, Shrikepaw was where he laid his faith. He wanted nothing more than for the young tom to join Glacierspring and Summitwatcher in the ranks of the elite. The question was, is that what Shrikepaw wanted? Was his desire and intent strong enough?
He would soon find out.
The colossal, chocolate-black leader watched the amber apprentice approach. Pumafang’s gaze did not waver. Its depths matched the stoicism Shrikepaw maintained in his youthful, blue-green eyes, and for a moment, everything stood still. The clearing was silent, the tension almost palpable.
“Alright Shrikepaw.” Pumafang rumbled menacingly, lumbering forward with a nearly invisible smirk. “Show me what you can do.”
One apprentice in particular couldn’t hear the words he so desperately wanted to tell him. Pumafang suspected that was why the white tom was stationed before him at twenty-one moons old, and still an average warrior at best. Though their mentors weren’t here to make excuses for themselves. Reality would show.
At least Asterpaw would be able to see it.
“You all are here,” He enunciated with his usual, distinct rumble, glancing around the clearing with a somber, amber gaze. “because you are still apprentices.”
Pumafang beckoned to Mossheart to begin pairing the apprentices. The small, brown deputy busied himself, bouncing forward immediately, sorting the youth with soft, directive murmurs. Pumafang admired how careful Mossheart was, and to most of the apprentices, the small, earthy tom did not distract from his leader’s message.
“Some opportunities will casually pass you by. Many will scramble and flee at the prospect of being captured. It is up to you to secure them within your grasp. Like fresh-caught prey, some will be warm and sweet. Some will be ridden with sickness and disease.” Pumafang meowed, tone lackluster at best, but the weight of his voice seemed to dampen and darken the clearing a shade. “As you all now know, Summitwatcher was made a warrior at nine moons old. His discipline and effort granted him a skill that surpasses that same skill in most of your mentors.” Pumafang paused. “You all have the opportunity to be far better than your teachers, and far sooner.”
Pumafang pulled himself to his paws, looking at the pairings. Acornpaw vs Sagepaw. He was curious about the two light-pelted, grey-tinged she-cats. Sagepaw needed this training more than any one of the other apprentices if she was going to protect herself and uphold her duties as a Medicine Cat. Acornpaw, on the other hand, had a potential hidden away. Her competitive nature secured Pumafang’s attention, though he questioned if her motives were resolute: if she would be a burden or an asset to an elite force. If it would even be what she would want. It would be a separate life away from family and home for possibly days at a time, and he suspected few would truly settle in a career like that.
Pumafang blinked his amber eyes. Moving on.
Graypaw vs Moonpaw. Pumafang was curious about his apprentice’s brother. Moonpaw had the personality he craved: that reticent, independent type who took care of himself without the need of hand-holding. Pumafang’s gaze traced the tom’s black form with reserved interest. There was much resemblance between brother and sister in form, though their personalities were as different as their pelts. He questioned if Graypaw’s training was enough to counter Moonpaw’s seemingly more inherent skill in the avenue of war.
With his influence, Pumafang suspected the tom would be able to achieve his dreams with little conflict, though he held true to his word. Opportunity was available to everyone, though everyone would have to step up for themselves to obtain it. Though a little encouragement was worth a shot.
His own apprentice craved it.
Graypaw had the determination. She showed very much promise in regards to hunting, though her fighting would likely be average at best. Pumafang understood the difference between effort and talent.
Which brought him to his next pairing.
Mottledpaw vs Harepaw. There was little of either he thought. Though Pumafang respected their choices. Perhaps one of them would prove him wrong and steal the spotlight with a canny and perfectly executed move, though he thought it unlikely. The two seemed content with being average warriors, and Pumafang was content with letting them progress at their own pace.
That’s why he put them together.
The final pairing, Asterpaw vs Shrikepaw, didn’t feel right. Giving the twenty-one moon old warrior a fresh, baby-faced apprentice straight from the nursery felt demeaning. Pumafang felt like the entire clan underestimated Asterpaw, and setting up his prized student, Shrikepaw, for failure? Pumafang stood up, his tail snagging his deputy’s attention.
“Assess Asterpaw’s skills today.” He addressed the kind and careful deputy. Pumafang never could sit idle. Sleep tended to claim him far too quickly. Besides, what better way to prepare the best than with the best? He had a feeling the clan had failed Asterpaw. That they had written him off as damaged goods and set his bar low to compensate for his misfortunes.
“Don’t hold back.” Pumafang growled under his breath to Mossheart as the deputy was walking away. Pumafang turned to face his opponent with a lowly bark at the tip of his tongue. “Shrikepaw, come to me. Everyone else, line up beside Mossheart and Asterpaw with your partner.”
He had high hopes for this russet tabby apprentice. Out of all those in the clearing, Shrikepaw was where he laid his faith. He wanted nothing more than for the young tom to join Glacierspring and Summitwatcher in the ranks of the elite. The question was, is that what Shrikepaw wanted? Was his desire and intent strong enough?
He would soon find out.
The colossal, chocolate-black leader watched the amber apprentice approach. Pumafang’s gaze did not waver. Its depths matched the stoicism Shrikepaw maintained in his youthful, blue-green eyes, and for a moment, everything stood still. The clearing was silent, the tension almost palpable.
“Alright Shrikepaw.” Pumafang rumbled menacingly, lumbering forward with a nearly invisible smirk. “Show me what you can do.”
[attr="class","pftag"]TAGGED @jen noctali KARAZHAL Lucense ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Gemini BlooRey DVD Hellion | [attr="class","pfwc"]WORDS n/a |
This is the morning of the gathering. Pumafang has met the apprentices in the Hidden Thicket very early in an effort to give them some inspiration and drive the morning following Summitwatcher's early warrior's ceremony. It will be a long day! Those attending the gathering (announced IC at the dismissal of this group) will be advised to bring at least one piece of prey back to camp after the conclusion of the battle training event and get some sleep before the gathering later that day. Those attending the gathering will be Moonpaw, Asterpaw, Shrikepaw, Harepaw, and Mottledpaw. Warriors will be Silentsong (PC), Deerstorm (NPC), and Elmstrike (NPC). Mossheart and Pumastar will lead the way.
The posting order for this "Battle Bootcamp" is as follows:
Pumastar: Opening Post/Position (tag all involved parties)
Shrikepaw: Position, Attack
Pumastar: Defend, Attack (tag Hellion)
Shrikepaw: Defend
Pumastar: Addresses Next Pairing (tag Karazhal and Bloodrose)
Sagepaw: Position
Acornpaw: Position, Attack
Sagepaw: Defend, Attack
Acornpaw: Defend
Pumastar: Addresses Next Pairing (tag Jen and Luna of the Abyss)
Graypaw: Position
Moonpaw: Position, Attack
Graypaw: Defend, Attack
Moonpaw: Defend
Pumastar: Addresses Next Pairing (tag Gemini and Noctali)
Harepaw: Position
Mottledpaw: Position, Attack
Harepaw: Defend, Attack
Mottledpaw: Defend
Pumastar: Addresses Next Pairing (tag Fabrication)
Mossheart vs Asterpaw: Poster’s Discretion
Pumastar: Mid-Battle Assessment (tag Fabrication)
Mossheart vs Asterpaw: Poster’s Discretion
Pumastar: Concludes Battle Training Thread (tag all involved parties)
The idea of this thread is to allow each and everyone’s TreeClan apprentice the time to complete their two posts for their battle training requirement. Please do not Roleplay other people’s characters without confirming that it is acceptable with them. Some minor placement assumptions are acceptable, per the opening post. First up will be Hellion ‘s Shrikepaw vs Pumastar. Next up will be KARAZHAL ’s Sagepaw vs BlooRey DVD ‘s Acornpaw. Following that will be @jen ‘s Graypaw vs Lucense ‘s Moonpaw. Next will be Gemini ‘s Harepaw vs noctali ‘s Mottledpaw. To conclude will be ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ‘s Asterpaw vs NPC Deputy Mossheart.
Good luck and have fun!