Mauve |
May 9th, 2018 01:15 PM |
Re: RiverClan Training Cave
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Originally Posted by king kaleb!
(Post 502068)
the warrior watched her make a successful pounce on the first try, feeling reoccurring pride rumble in her chest. "Im proud of you getting that on your first try! its one of the most important and used moves in all the clans." she mewed,"When it warms up i cant wait to take you out to the rivers where youll learn even more moves, but right now well focus on land battle moves, seeing as sometimes we cant use the river." she mewed, obviously because of the colder seasons. in her mind riverclan was some of the most resilient, having both land and water moves to showcase their skills. "I want you to try the same move on me, without your claws of course. I'll stay still while you do it, i want you to get used to using your moves on things besides mossballs." she chuckled, padding out more so she was infront of dawnpaw. there was a large size difference, wolfdancer being a mainecoon and all, so she crouched down to be more level height. "When pouncing on someone always look in the opposite direction youre going to pounce because if i look in your eyes and see it, itll be easier to block you if it were a real battle," she commented,"and always try and aim for the chest. itll know the attacker backwards."
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Once again, Dawnpaw felt the praise wash over her, though she didn't dwell on it for the same amount of time. Instead, the gears in her head shifted to pay attention to the new task at paw. Practicing on her mentor made the feline a bit uneasy - after all, the last person she wanted to face in a battle was her mentor. But this was training, and Dawnpaw was certain she wouldn't ever have to face the mainecoon in a real life fight. "Okay!" the apprentice chirped, backing up and glancing over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't about to run into any of the surrounding undergrowth bushes or thickets. She'd seen several cats going in and out of the medicine den recently with thorns clinging to their pelts, and she didn't want to be next in that long line. As she reached the starting point, Dawnpaw crouched down, examining the space between herself and Wolfdancer, and Wolfdancer herself. With Dawnpaw being the runt of her litter and just a smidge tinier than her littermates, her mentor was already easy larger than her. But the ragdoll molly easily pushed the thought down, determination narrowing her gaze. She made sure her claws were sheathed before repeating the moves - rocking back on her haunches, giving them a wiggle, keeping her tail still - until she felt ready. "Here we go," she whispered to herself. She lept forward, racing across the short distance. She averted her gaze to the left, hoping it was enough to convince Wolfdancer that she was going to attack there, when in reality she was going to strike from the right. But the timing hadn't been calculated quite right, and as Dawnpaw went to leap upwards, she started to fall short, her paws coming down onto the ground right in front of Wolfdancer instead of on her chest. The momentum curled the apprentice into a ball that aimed for the side of Wolfdancer, Dawnpaw reduced to a flurry of dust and fur as she rolled.
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