~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN ~
Large, muscular, dappled gray tom with light cream-gray fluff on the front of his neck and chest; amber eyes.
Wolffang's ear pricked as Fallownose's voice echoed around the WindClan camp. There was going to be a mock battle event? His mind flashed back to the training session Fallownose had hosted for RiverClan. Not much had been accomplished then. The thought made the end of Wolffang's slightly shortened tail twitch in annoyance, but he rose to his paws and padded over to the gathering group. Fallownose was a good deputy, and one failed event wasn't enough to tarnish his record. Wolffang was sure this event would be far better. He listened to the rules, memorizing each intently. So, this was preparation for war against RiverClan just in case their warriors decided to follow in Beanstar's pawsteps. Good. WindClan needed to be prepared.
The rules were certainly interesting, but Wolffang thought the simulation was sound. Privately, he hoped he'd be placed on the WindClan team.
I don't want to fight on the side of the Clan whose former leader tore Twilightstar apart. The memory of his bloody, battered leader sent fresh rage thrilling through Wolffang. However, he shook it off.
I won't complain. No matter which team I'm on, it'll be a good experience for me. As Fallownose finished talking about the rules and asked if there were any questions, Wolffang shook his broad head. He was already strategizing ways for his team, whichever it was, to gain the most points.
I'll do them proud, he silently decreed, squaring his broad shoulders.
~ TWISTEDPAW OF WINDCLAN ~
Small, skinny, black she-cat with a light gray belly and tail-tip; has a crooked jaw, mangled tail, and one blind eye.
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Twistedpaw was lying in her usual corner of the clearing, letting her black pelt melt into the shadows, when Fallownose's yowl infiltrated her ears. Her head shot up.
Another battle training event? Nothing had come of the last one, and she desperately needed to learn how to fight. But the idea of being around so many cats... She remained in the shadows a little while longer, listening as Fallownose explained all the rules. Her head spun. There was so much to remember! Fear built in the small apprentice's chest.
What if I mess up and make my team lose points? Then they'll be mad at me. And Twistedpaw was already messed up enough as it was.
However, learning how to deal with enemies - and getting in more training - was important.
And Batglare would want me to participate. Twistedpaw knew her Clanmates weren't all bad, despite what she looked like. Trying not to tremble, she made her way over to the group of cats. The air was a bit brisk, but her jaw and tail should be fine... hopefully. Twistedpaw kept her head down, praying that nobody would look her way. Unfortunately, her mangled tail stuck out like a wrenched claw with the way it curled all around her body. Her cheeks heated.
They must all be staring at me! Judging me... Oh, StarClan, I really hope I don't mess this up!
Twistedpaw took a place at the edge of the crowd. She had a question, but she was afraid to draw more attention to herself. Batglare's stern gaze burned in her mind, and she took a deep breath.
I have to talk. I have to try. Hiding wouldn't help her. But that didn't quench her fear or stop the tremor in her already-distorted voice as she inquired,
"If a c-cat is p-pinned... d-does the warrior p-pinning them h-have t-to stay th-there w-with th-them until th-the medicine c-cat comes...?" I really hope that wasn't a dumb question! she thought, sheepishly glancing at Fallownose.
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Lillian (Question)