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Fawn October 4th, 2016 12:40 AM
Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Autumnblaze October 13th, 2016 05:03 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Red and Woodpecker stumbled into the clearing after Navy. The dark blue toms voice raised,"Come on! Listen up! I don't want you two hurting each other so I went to the twolegplace and fetched some stupid kits for you to practice skills on. They are useless to us so feel free to kill them. I found a litter of five out on the street so I'll show you on one and you kill the others." Evil ambition flashed in the Red and Woodpeckers eyes as they thought of the pure joy of watching a small kit die in agonizing pain. Navy grabbed one of the kits by the scruff and to show that he meant harm, he threw it hard onto the ground, cracking its head a bit as blood spilled and it cried in pain. "Now, make the cat suffer really badly instead of just killing it. Now watch as I kill this stupid piece of fox dung!" The kit squealed in pain as Navy sank his claws into its ear and tore it off as tons of blood seeped out and did the same for the other ear. He then sank his claws deeply into its nose and left it bloodied as he stabbed its eyes then sliced its belly open. It was still slightly alive so he slammed its head on a rock, completely cracking its entire skull then stuffed its mouth with dirt so it couldn't breathe and pressed his unsheathed claws into it's throat as he watched happily as the kit died completely covered in blood. Licking his paws of blood he spoke, "Now, that's my method to make it suffer but do whatever." His head turned the small kits as he smiled, blood dripping from his mouth, "You're next!" He grabbed them by the scruff and threw them hard as he could to the ground. Red was pleased to see his father kill a kittypet and so dragged his over toward a rock and bit into its neck and slammed its head on the rock multiple times and sliced its belly. The first was dead. He grabbed the other kit and stabbed it with a stick in the chest then pushed its head in a puddle, turning the water red and drowning it. He looked over to see Woodpecker with two dead kits at her paws and all three cats smiled, they would be great fighters!

aleka! November 21st, 2016 01:28 PM
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Eclipse watched this, feeling a bit uneasy. This feels kind of wrong.. but these are a bunch of inbred kits. A growl rumbling in her throat, she stood up. Her tail was waving in excitement. "Toss one to me!" She squealed, dropping into a crouch, her claws unsheathing.

Mercury licked his lips. "I want to try too!" He mewled, his lips curling into a snarl.

JaxenAmethyst January 29th, 2017 08:46 AM
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Broken sat down in the clearing, awaiting Forest's arrival. Once he saw her, he stood up immediately and nodded his greeting. "We're practicing killing today." He brought out 6 apprentices and 4 kits. "You're going to kill the apprentices first. THAT will test your strength. I'll show you." Broken ordered 3 clan apprentices to fight him. They all charged at him at once. He dodged the first apprentice, performed the half-turn belly rake on the second apprentices' underbelly, and did a Leap and pin on the third apprentice ending with claws smashed into the apprentices underbelly. He still had 2 left. The apprentice he dodged and the apprentice he simply scratched, who was moving slower than the first. He decided to get rid of the faster, stronger apprentice. The sleek black, muscular tom charged at him and leaped into the air, landing with precision behind the apprentice. He quickly ran to him and slid under the apprentice's body, slashing a wound large enough he could stick his paw in it. The apprentice was down. He turned and smirked at the slower apprentice. Charging, he simply butt his head against the apprentice, pushing her backwards. The apprentice lay there, still, as he finished her off with the Killing Bite. "You can do it whichever way you want, but FINISH THEM."

"Now, the kits are for mercy." He began. He needed no break because to him, fighting off mere apprentices was no chore, rather than a hobby. "If you can kill these kits..you have no mercy." Broken pushed out 4 scrawny kits, most likely 1 moon old. "Kill them." He grabbed 2 kits over and grabbed one by the scruff. He smashed it's head on the jagged edge of a large rock, then grabbed the other kit and put it's head in his mouth before chomping down on it. It's head exploded and blood gushed into his mouth. Broken dropped the kit and licked his mouth and whiskers. "Now you try it."

goddess of ducks January 29th, 2017 10:28 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst (Post 151899)
Broken sat down in the clearing, awaiting Forest's arrival. Once he saw her, he stood up immediately and nodded his greeting. "We're practicing killing today." He brought out 6 apprentices and 4 kits. "You're going to kill the apprentices first. THAT will test your strength. I'll show you." Broken ordered 3 clan apprentices to fight him. They all charged at him at once. He dodged the first apprentice, performed the half-turn belly rake on the second apprentices' underbelly, and did a Leap and pin on the third apprentice ending with claws smashed into the apprentices underbelly. He still had 2 left. The apprentice he dodged and the apprentice he simply scratched, who was moving slower than the first. He decided to get rid of the faster, stronger apprentice. The sleek black, muscular tom charged at him and leaped into the air, landing with precision behind the apprentice. He quickly ran to him and slid under the apprentice's body, slashing a wound large enough he could stick his paw in it. The apprentice was down. He turned and smirked at the slower apprentice. Charging, he simply butt his head against the apprentice, pushing her backwards. The apprentice lay there, still, as he finished her off with the Killing Bite. "You can do it whichever way you want, but FINISH THEM."

"Now, the kits are for mercy." He began. He needed no break because to him, fighting off mere apprentices was no chore, rather than a hobby. "If you can kill these kits..you have no mercy." Broken pushed out 4 scrawny kits, most likely 1 moon old. "Kill them." He grabbed 2 kits over and grabbed one by the scruff. He smashed it's head on the jagged edge of a large rock, then grabbed the other kit and put it's head in his mouth before chomping down on it. It's head exploded and blood gushed into his mouth. Broken dropped the kit and licked his mouth and whiskers. "Now you try it."
(Wow, talk about starting off easy lol)
Forest rushed into the den behind her new trainer. She wore a grin, excitement pulsing through her as she was ready to begin training. She was glad though that Broken had decided to start immediately. As she let her pastel green hues rest on the apprentices, who were older than her, and the kits, several moons younger, her cheerful spirits crashed. It wasn't a simple crash either. She could feel the weight drop in her stomach as she realized what was going to happen. Her paws were rooted to the spot, refusing to take a step closer. As she watched her trainer, dash around like an expert, landing blows and taking them out, one by one, her jaw hung open in astonishment. She was completely stricken with fear. She was appalled by the sight, one apprentice down, then two, then three. All dead now and she couldn't help wondering why the other three were still around. As she listened to the trainer give the word to kill them she was completely frozen to the spot. "B-but Broken, I've never trained or anything bef-" she stopped short. She couldn't fail now, or else she might be Broken's next practice dummy for killing in the most painful and torturous ways.


She stepped forwards, swallowing all her fear, pushing all her doubts to the farthest corner of her mind. She bushed up her pelt as she faced the first apprentice. She slitted her eyes and pulled her ears taut against her head. She crouched down and gave the signal with her tail for one apprentice to advance. She realized the mistake too late. The apprentices were scared for their life, but too scared of Broken to do or say anything, but now that it was Forest's turn, they had better odds. The remaining three rushed her, and she was almost immediately overwhelmed. She unsheathed her claws quickly and landed clumsy blows to whatever she could find. As one cat swiped her hind leg and ran around by her tail, she kicked out, pleased to feel her leg connect with the legs of a cat. She turned around to face the cat, a snarl forming in her lips, but another swiped her side, drawing blood. She yowled in pain and swirled around to the cat. She unleaded a fury of claws in the cats face, scratching its nose, eyes, ears, whatever her claws touched. She felt adrenaline coursing through her, but she still didn't want this. She looked at the two apprentices still standing and gave a hushed hiss. "Go, run, try and go home." She said desperately. To her delight as she rushed forwards, not wanting a broken to be suspicious, one apprentice fled the scene, bolting out the entrance and away into the territory. She attacked the one still on its paws flailing around, untrained and unprepared. She was able to drive the cat against the wall forcing it closer, with less room to move. She lunged forwards, teeth bared and claws outstretched. The apprentice flew over her head and bolted for the Clans. Secretly, she was relieved, but she let out a snarl of frustration as she turned back to the one still dazed on the ground. She knew it would never make it to the territory, she had gotten lucky with the blow. As she moved in and stood, looming over the apprentice, it looked up as if pleading for help. She hesitated a moment and froze. Was this how her father had done it back in Windclan? Standing over them, watching as they pleaded for mercy. She couldn't help thinking that it wasn't. When he robbed Dapplestar of a life, she had been told she went down fighting, never like this. That death was ine for control of power, this was unnecessary and cold blooded. Nonetheless she had to, for fear of Broken. She whispered a quiet 'I'm Sorry' and bit her teeth firmly into its neck. She almost flinched away as the tangy metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, but forced her body to keep position as she felt the life force and heartbeat slowly fade to nothing. She finally stepped back to watch the next demonstration.



She watched, horrified as her trainer bit down in the tiny kits head. She remembered from her days in the Windclan nursery, her fathers deputy's kits. They had been just as tiny when she left, being about 2 moons younger than she. She couldn't help imagining them in the place of this kit. It didn't deserve this. She figured it would serve better to be raised in the Syndicate, not killed like this. She watched as the blood stained the fur around Brokens muzzle, the gore of the scene was something she had never imagined seeing this young. It terrified her, so much that her eyes started burning with the incoming tears. She blinked rapidly, forcing them away, but turned her head when one slipped out and ran a coarse down her cheek. She shook her head forcefully. Murder was to be committed when there was a wrong doing, or someone in the way of goals, or a trueley evil cat who needed punishing. Never, in her mind, did she think that it was to be done like this. As Broken ordered her to move in for a kill, she moved to one of the remaining kits. She frowned, holding back the urge to cry, although she knew it wouldn't last long. Her mouth still felt the taste of the blood, different from that of prey, and not in a pleasant way either. Forest broke, right there in the middle of the clearing, in front of two kits and her new Trainer who seemed to expect so much from her. "I-I can't B-broken! I-I'm s-sorry, I j-just c-can't." She sobbed as she rested her Ebony colored head against the ground, tears flowing down her face like the river that had lined the Windclan territory. She felt bad, but she knew she couldn't kill the innocent kits, she just couldn't.

JaxenAmethyst January 30th, 2017 03:00 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 153285)
(Wow, talk about starting off easy lol)
Forest rushed into the den behind her new trainer. She wore a grin, excitement pulsing through her as she was ready to begin training. She was glad though that Broken had decided to start immediately. As she let her pastel green hues rest on the apprentices, who were older than her, and the kits, several moons younger, her cheerful spirits crashed. It wasn't a simple crash either. She could feel the weight drop in her stomach as she realized what was going to happen. Her paws were rooted to the spot, refusing to take a step closer. As she watched her trainer, dash around like an expert, landing blows and taking them out, one by one, her jaw hung open in astonishment. She was completely stricken with fear. She was appalled by the sight, one apprentice down, then two, then three. All dead now and she couldn't help wondering why the other three were still around. As she listened to the trainer give the word to kill them she was completely frozen to the spot. "B-but Broken, I've never trained or anything bef-" she stopped short. She couldn't fail now, or else she might be Broken's next practice dummy for killing in the most painful and torturous ways.


She stepped forwards, swallowing all her fear, pushing all her doubts to the farthest corner of her mind. She bushed up her pelt as she faced the first apprentice. She slitted her eyes and pulled her ears taut against her head. She crouched down and gave the signal with her tail for one apprentice to advance. She realized the mistake too late. The apprentices were scared for their life, but too scared of Broken to do or say anything, but now that it was Forest's turn, they had better odds. The remaining three rushed her, and she was almost immediately overwhelmed. She unsheathed her claws quickly and landed clumsy blows to whatever she could find. As one cat swiped her hind leg and ran around by her tail, she kicked out, pleased to feel her leg connect with the legs of a cat. She turned around to face the cat, a snarl forming in her lips, but another swiped her side, drawing blood. She yowled in pain and swirled around to the cat. She unleaded a fury of claws in the cats face, scratching its nose, eyes, ears, whatever her claws touched. She felt adrenaline coursing through her, but she still didn't want this. She looked at the two apprentices still standing and gave a hushed hiss. "Go, run, try and go home." She said desperately. To her delight as she rushed forwards, not wanting a broken to be suspicious, one apprentice fled the scene, bolting out the entrance and away into the territory. She attacked the one still on its paws flailing around, untrained and unprepared. She was able to drive the cat against the wall forcing it closer, with less room to move. She lunged forwards, teeth bared and claws outstretched. The apprentice flew over her head and bolted for the Clans. Secretly, she was relieved, but she let out a snarl of frustration as she turned back to the one still dazed on the ground. She knew it would never make it to the territory, she had gotten lucky with the blow. As she moved in and stood, looming over the apprentice, it looked up as if pleading for help. She hesitated a moment and froze. Was this how her father had done it back in Windclan? Standing over them, watching as they pleaded for mercy. She couldn't help thinking that it wasn't. When he robbed Dapplestar of a life, she had been told she went down fighting, never like this. That death was ine for control of power, this was unnecessary and cold blooded. Nonetheless she had to, for fear of Broken. She whispered a quiet 'I'm Sorry' and bit her teeth firmly into its neck. She almost flinched away as the tangy metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, but forced her body to keep position as she felt the life force and heartbeat slowly fade to nothing. She finally stepped back to watch the next demonstration.



She watched, horrified as her trainer bit down in the tiny kits head. She remembered from her days in the Windclan nursery, her fathers deputy's kits. They had been just as tiny when she left, being about 2 moons younger than she. She couldn't help imagining them in the place of this kit. It didn't deserve this. She figured it would serve better to be raised in the Syndicate, not killed like this. She watched as the blood stained the fur around Brokens muzzle, the gore of the scene was something she had never imagined seeing this young. It terrified her, so much that her eyes started burning with the incoming tears. She blinked rapidly, forcing them away, but turned her head when one slipped out and ran a coarse down her cheek. She shook her head forcefully. Murder was to be committed when there was a wrong doing, or someone in the way of goals, or a trueley evil cat who needed punishing. Never, in her mind, did she think that it was to be done like this. As Broken ordered her to move in for a kill, she moved to one of the remaining kits. She frowned, holding back the urge to cry, although she knew it wouldn't last long. Her mouth still felt the taste of the blood, different from that of prey, and not in a pleasant way either. Forest broke, right there in the middle of the clearing, in front of two kits and her new Trainer who seemed to expect so much from her. "I-I can't B-broken! I-I'm s-sorry, I j-just c-can't." She sobbed as she rested her Ebony colored head against the ground, tears flowing down her face like the river that had lined the Windclan territory. She felt bad, but she knew she couldn't kill the innocent kits, she just couldn't.
Broken narrowed his eyes at his Trainee. She had been off to a good start until one had fled from her. He growled lowly but decided to wait and see what she did with the kits. Once she dropped to the ground, tears streaming, Broken stood over her, over-looking the gore of the scene. He snarled, raised his paw, unsheathed his claws, and clawed Forest's cheek. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KILL THEM, MOUSE-BRAIN!" He shouted, most likely enough for the entire forest to hear. He took a deep breath as he stared deathly into Forest's eyes, his red eyes seeming to glow. He kept them narrowed, knowing he was serious. "We'll be back tomorrow.. For now, we'll have to shelter these disgraces and bring them back out for tomorrow." He began padding to the DS Camp, but turned around only for a quick moment. "With that attitude, you may as well stay a hunter." He scoffed.

goddess of ducks January 30th, 2017 09:33 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst (Post 153827)
Broken narrowed his eyes at his Trainee. She had been off to a good start until one had fled from her. He growled lowly but decided to wait and see what she did with the kits. Once she dropped to the ground, tears streaming, Broken stood over her, over-looking the gore of the scene. He snarled, raised his paw, unsheathed his claws, and clawed Forest's cheek. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KILL THEM, MOUSE-BRAIN!" He shouted, most likely enough for the entire forest to hear. He took a deep breath as he stared deathly into Forest's eyes, his red eyes seeming to glow. He kept them narrowed, knowing he was serious. "We'll be back tomorrow.. For now, we'll have to shelter these disgraces and bring them back out for tomorrow." He began padding to the DS Camp, but turned around only for a quick moment. "With that attitude, you may as well stay a hunter." He scoffed.
Forest didn't dare look up at her trainer, she was already distract enough. She knew that if she looked into Brokens eyes, she would see anger, or rage, disappointment, or something completely different. She realized she had failed her task and continued to beat herself up for it. She had failed, what would her father think? He certainly would not approve, that was certain. She felt bad, but was able to clear away the tears, stop the snuffling. She raised her head to mutter. "L-look Broken I'm sorry, b-it I-" she was stopped short as a wail of fear escaped her as Brokens claws sliced down the side of her face. She stepped back, raising a paw to her cheek. She dabbed at the sticky red blood that slowly leaked from the wound. Horror struck, she gaze in fear at her trainer as he stalked away. His last words stung her. She wanted to be like her father. And the Syndicate was not like the Clans, you had to choose your role, not switch. If she couldn't impress Broken, she would be a hunter, failing both her father and mother, which to her was the biggest failure of them all.

JaxenAmethyst January 31st, 2017 02:35 PM
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Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 154649)
Forest didn't dare look up at her trainer, she was already distract enough. She knew that if she looked into Brokens eyes, she would see anger, or rage, disappointment, or something completely different. She realized she had failed her task and continued to beat herself up for it. She had failed, what would her father think? He certainly would not approve, that was certain. She felt bad, but was able to clear away the tears, stop the snuffling. She raised her head to mutter. "L-look Broken I'm sorry, b-it I-" she was stopped short as a wail of fear escaped her as Brokens claws sliced down the side of her face. She stepped back, raising a paw to her cheek. She dabbed at the sticky red blood that slowly leaked from the wound. Horror struck, she gaze in fear at her trainer as he stalked away. His last words stung her. She wanted to be like her father. And the Syndicate was not like the Clans, you had to choose your role, not switch. If she couldn't impress Broken, she would be a hunter, failing both her father and mother, which to her was the biggest failure of them all.
(Go to the Camp Thread now :3)

wren February 28th, 2017 12:22 AM
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Ajax. A creamy white Tom with a scar trailing down the side of his face symbolized the fact you wouldn't want to mess with him. The fact his shoulders slumped over in a careless demeanour or that his claws were permanently out due to be crushed by rock fall. Caused by enemy cats of course. Never would the arrogant Tom allow himself to be injured or downed by nature. Never. His icy blue eyes scanned the clearing for the small she cat placed under his care. Amya was it? Well she was late and Ajax wasn't too pleased to sit out here looking like he was lost. His tail lashed in anger as his charcoal paws anticipatingly tapped the ground. Each second that passed his irritation grew another level until he finally gave up waiting for her. He stood with a huff and turned towards the bushes that lead him out of the training area. Then taking a few long strides reached the edge of the clearing.

@Nighty
Don't post if you can't. I'm not holding you to it.

goddess of ducks February 28th, 2017 07:20 AM
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Originally Posted by Marble (Post 187545)
Ajax. A creamy white Tom with a scar trailing down the side of his face symbolized the fact you wouldn't want to mess with him. The fact his shoulders slumped over in a careless demeanour or that his claws were permanently out due to be crushed by rock fall. Caused by enemy cats of course. Never would the arrogant Tom allow himself to be injured or downed by nature. Never. His icy blue eyes scanned the clearing for the small she cat placed under his care. Amya was it? Well she was late and Ajax wasn't too pleased to sit out here looking like he was lost. His tail lashed in anger as his charcoal paws anticipatingly tapped the ground. Each second that passed his irritation grew another level until he finally gave up waiting for her. He stood with a huff and turned towards the bushes that lead him out of the training area. Then taking a few long strides reached the edge of the clearing.

@Nighty
Don't post if you can't. I'm not holding you to it.
The young lynx like feline had watched her trainer leave the camp. She had stayed behind in the shadows until Ajax had left,then followed, slowly and steadily. This was her first official training session, but she was more than ready for it. She knew she had to impress him, and that she had to make a better entrance tan just, walking in. Seriously, where was the fun in that? Amya ran stealthily through the territory, and when she had seen the beginning of the training area, she climbed. Her dusty, mottled brown pelt helped her to camouflage into her surrounds, but her small stump of a tail was throwing her off balance. She quickly heaved her way up to a branch that extended it's branch over the clearing. Cautiously and steadily, she moved along the branch until she was right above the clearing. With a mischievous little purr, she bunched her muscles and prepared to leap down. Unfortunately, the limb snapped beneath her paws before she could do so. With a loud crack she came tumbling down into the clearing. She hit the ground rather hard, but rolled away. She sprang lightly back to her paws, hissing in frustration. "Fox dung!" she spat. She turned her angry gaze over to her trainer who seemed to be loosing hope and getting ready to leave. "Oh now your leaving? The party's only just begun!" she called happily.

wren February 28th, 2017 09:02 PM
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Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 187629)
The young lynx like feline had watched her trainer leave the camp. She had stayed behind in the shadows until Ajax had left,then followed, slowly and steadily. This was her first official training session, but she was more than ready for it. She knew she had to impress him, and that she had to make a better entrance tan just, walking in. Seriously, where was the fun in that? Amya ran stealthily through the territory, and when she had seen the beginning of the training area, she climbed. Her dusty, mottled brown pelt helped her to camouflage into her surrounds, but her small stump of a tail was throwing her off balance. She quickly heaved her way up to a branch that extended it's branch over the clearing. Cautiously and steadily, she moved along the branch until she was right above the clearing. With a mischievous little purr, she bunched her muscles and prepared to leap down. Unfortunately, the limb snapped beneath her paws before she could do so. With a loud crack she came tumbling down into the clearing. She hit the ground rather hard, but rolled away. She sprang lightly back to her paws, hissing in frustration. "Fox dung!" she spat. She turned her angry gaze over to her trainer who seemed to be loosing hope and getting ready to leave. "Oh now your leaving? The party's only just begun!" she called happily.
Snap. Looking up suddnely Ajax flicked his tundra blue eyes around the outstretched branches shielding the clearing. He focused on one specific branch for a prolonged moment before drifting past it slowly. Oblivious to Amya who balenced precariously on said branch. At that point she was prepared to leap. CRACK. The branch only a fox length away gave way under the weight of the trainee and crashed down next to him. Ajax hissed in surprise leaping out of harms way and stares where the branch was. Then followed its path. Interrupted by the sight of a brown ball of fuzz hurtling towards the ground and landing with a thud. Springing back after the hit to her paws to make up for the failed objective. Ajax would have claimed being impressed but failure to stalk choose the right branch was part of knowing how to truly stalk an enemy. He looked down at her Turning to face her fully. He Tom was huge compared to Amya and huge compared to any other cat you could see within the DS really. He snorted in amusement and added following her statement "was that part of the plan?" he snickers at his trainee before Turing back to face her. Sitting down and curling his tail around his paws.

goddess of ducks February 28th, 2017 09:22 PM
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Originally Posted by Marble (Post 188214)


Snap. Looking up suddnely Ajax flicked his tundra blue eyes around the outstretched branches shielding the clearing. He focused on one specific branch for a prolonged moment before drifting past it slowly. Oblivious to Amya who balenced precariously on said branch. At that point she was prepared to leap. CRACK. The branch only a fox length away gave way under the weight of the trainee and crashed down next to him. Ajax hissed in surprise leaping out of harms way and stares where the branch was. Then followed its path. Interrupted by the sight of a brown ball of fuzz hurtling towards the ground and landing with a thud. Springing back after the hit to her paws to make up for the failed objective. Ajax would have claimed being impressed but failure to stalk choose the right branch was part of knowing how to truly stalk an enemy. He looked down at her Turning to face her fully. He Tom was huge compared to Amya and huge compared to any other cat you could see within the DS really. He snorted in amusement and added following her statement "was that part of the plan?" he snickers at his trainee before Turing back to face her. Sitting down and curling his tail around his paws.
Amya had recovered fairly quickly from the fall. She gave her long fur a good shake, releasing all the extra dust that had accumulated there during her tuck and roll maneuver. She finally looked back at the feline, a broad, cocky smiled etched across her maw. She gave a shrug as she noticed the fear that was ebbing away. She had succeeded partially. Scaring him was part of it. Impressing him another. At least part of it was achieved. "Not entirely. But hey, I can't help that the limb got to skinny to hold me. I scared you though, no denying you jumping away in paid. That's a partial win, and if it's all I get from you then I'll take it!" She replied triumphantly. Small victories were the one that could be won every day. Not everyday did you defeat a Clan. Live and learn, take the small victories. She could handle whatever, take whatever, do whatever, and no one could stand in her way. "But hey, at least you know my stalking skills are good, unless it comes to trees.... I followed you all the way from camp. Impressed?" She asked padding closer, her stump of a tail twitching in amusement.

wren March 4th, 2017 05:27 PM
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Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 188247)
Amya had recovered fairly quickly from the fall. She gave her long fur a good shake, releasing all the extra dust that had accumulated there during her tuck and roll maneuver. She finally looked back at the feline, a broad, cocky smiled etched across her maw. She gave a shrug as she noticed the fear that was ebbing away. She had succeeded partially. Scaring him was part of it. Impressing him another. At least part of it was achieved. "Not entirely. But hey, I can't help that the limb got to skinny to hold me. I scared you though, no denying you jumping away in paid. That's a partial win, and if it's all I get from you then I'll take it!" She replied triumphantly. Small victories were the one that could be won every day. Not everyday did you defeat a Clan. Live and learn, take the small victories. She could handle whatever, take whatever, do whatever, and no one could stand in her way. "But hey, at least you know my stalking skills are good, unless it comes to trees.... I followed you all the way from camp. Impressed?" She asked padding closer, her stump of a tail twitching in amusement.


[ Sorry for the late reply. Life just got messy and it slipped my mind! ]



"Is that so? Perhaps the branch wasn't the one getting weaker. Perhaps your getting bigger?" he meows with a smirk riding across his lips. The mentioning of him being scared was something he wouldn't admit. Even though he anticipated the branch and some animal tumbling down from the sky. He heard it much to quick for the little trainee to even begin to comprehend. He had this of sort of ability about him, a gift of sorts. He could anticipate the next move of anybody near him, some like onyx where hard to tell. Other times he was at ease knowing what the next felines move was going to be. "Perhaps you revieved a jolt from me. Don't get to excited yet though. Take it in whilst you can because it will never happen again" His eyes sparkled with a sudden interest and for the first time he looked genuinely happy to be out with someone else, other then himself or onyx. Playful banter was going to be something common between him and the trainee. Even just meeting her now he almost felt like he knew her so well already. "With that aside shall we begin?" he questioned.

goddess of ducks March 4th, 2017 10:31 PM
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Originally Posted by Marble (Post 191139)




[ Sorry for the late reply. Life just got messy and it slipped my mind! ]



"Is that so? Perhaps the branch wasn't the one getting weaker. Perhaps your getting bigger?" he meows with a smirk riding across his lips. The mentioning of him being scared was something he wouldn't admit. Even though he anticipated the branch and some animal tumbling down from the sky. He heard it much to quick for the little trainee to even begin to comprehend. He had this of sort of ability about him, a gift of sorts. He could anticipate the next move of anybody near him, some like onyx where hard to tell. Other times he was at ease knowing what the next felines move was going to be. "Perhaps you revieved a jolt from me. Don't get to excited yet though. Take it in whilst you can because it will never happen again" His eyes sparkled with a sudden interest and for the first time he looked genuinely happy to be out with someone else, other then himself or onyx. Playful banter was going to be something common between him and the trainee. Even just meeting her now he almost felt like he knew her so well already. "With that aside shall we begin?" he questioned.
[Thats quite alright, life gets in the way of stuff, it happens]


Amya twitched her tail. Not the exact response she was hoping for, but it worked. She did like the way he had not shown his fear, even if he did have it. A good fighter would not show fear and hide it in the rare event they did. Fighters and guards were supposed to be fearless right? Well, if not they that's what they certainly made it feel like. "Never happen again huh? Alright, keep tellin' yourself that." She smirked.nfirst day of training and she was really starting to like her mentor. It wasn't exactly who she wanted, like Hannibal or Oynx, but Ajax seemed to be a good guy, at least what she had seen of him so far. "Begin? No....I thought we were just going to stand here and chit chat all day." She remarked cockily. She rolled her pale colored eyes and cast a joking glance back to her Trainer. "Yes I'm ready, whatcha' got for me?" She said, excitement leaking through her voice.

Brilliance April 10th, 2017 11:25 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
The Dusk Syndicate always looked gloomy to the young tom. Everywhere he looked it seemed that the sun didn’t shine. The sky wasn’t blue. The grass weren’t green. It seemed as if mother nature decided to make it her waste dump. It was pretty big exaggeration, but that’s what Lucious felt as he kneaded the ground with his paw, awaiting for his trainer. The tom was excited to learn some valuable moves. Some intimidating moves that he could use in battle. It was the only excitement he felt. The only feeling he had. Was that something wrong? Was it wrong for him to only have this certain feeling when it came to blood thirsty moves and training? Lucious tried to feel sympathy for others. He really has, but nothing seem to come truth in his heart. The tom could remember ever since he was in the nursery with his mother, she would always tell him that she loved him...only he would nod, but the words were foreign to his tongue. Lucious didn’t know if it was love, but he felt some type of feeling towards her. It was most likely a feeling of knowing that he was loved, but did not have the ability to press into it. As far as he knew, he didn’t know what love was. When that fire came...and she was in that tree. All he did was watch until she gagged from too much smoke. All he could do was tilt his head as she was screaming for him to save her, and all he did was look at her in confusion. What did she want for him to do? Save her and risk his own life in the process? That was not Lucious’ specialty.

And, as the tom sat in the clearing, awaiting his trainee, he let out a small sign. He watched with curious eyes as the others trained with their trainers. Some were hardcore than others. Lucious hoped that his trainer was tough. One that could handle his expressionless desires. For Lucious wasn’t the kind to beat around the bush. He liked to get things done the smooth and hard way. For he knew he would succeed. And, perhaps failure was never on his list. It wasn’t in his vocabulary. That word was foreign to him. This tom did not believe in mistakes, and he took it serious whenever he found himself messing up.

Lucious knew he could be anything. Anything. Anything but a weak link.

@Nighty

goddess of ducks April 11th, 2017 11:37 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Noire (Post 227083)
The Dusk Syndicate always looked gloomy to the young tom. Everywhere he looked it seemed that the sun didn’t shine. The sky wasn’t blue. The grass weren’t green. It seemed as if mother nature decided to make it her waste dump. It was pretty big exaggeration, but that’s what Lucious felt as he kneaded the ground with his paw, awaiting for his trainer. The tom was excited to learn some valuable moves. Some intimidating moves that he could use in battle. It was the only excitement he felt. The only feeling he had. Was that something wrong? Was it wrong for him to only have this certain feeling when it came to blood thirsty moves and training? Lucious tried to feel sympathy for others. He really has, but nothing seem to come truth in his heart. The tom could remember ever since he was in the nursery with his mother, she would always tell him that she loved him...only he would nod, but the words were foreign to his tongue. Lucious didn’t know if it was love, but he felt some type of feeling towards her. It was most likely a feeling of knowing that he was loved, but did not have the ability to press into it. As far as he knew, he didn’t know what love was. When that fire came...and she was in that tree. All he did was watch until she gagged from too much smoke. All he could do was tilt his head as she was screaming for him to save her, and all he did was look at her in confusion. What did she want for him to do? Save her and risk his own life in the process? That was not Lucious’ specialty.

And, as the tom sat in the clearing, awaiting his trainee, he let out a small sign. He watched with curious eyes as the others trained with their trainers. Some were hardcore than others. Lucious hoped that his trainer was tough. One that could handle his expressionless desires. For Lucious wasn’t the kind to beat around the bush. He liked to get things done the smooth and hard way. For he knew he would succeed. And, perhaps failure was never on his list. It wasn’t in his vocabulary. That word was foreign to him. This tom did not believe in mistakes, and he took it serious whenever he found himself messing up.

Lucious knew he could be anything. Anything. Anything but a weak link.

@Nighty

Singe entered the clearing, taking his own time. He didn't like to be rushed, and therefore would not allow himself to be rushed. He was though,in a rather good mood, as he had been given a Trainee. It had been several moons since he had trained some cat, the last one being Ebonypaw while he was leader back in Windclan. He had enjoyed training the black tom then, as it had given him something to do. Training Ebonypaw, who shared similar viewws as him, had been a way to take his mind off of the stress of leading the Clan. Sure he had enjoyed leading, and being in control, bringing about change, and bringing down Starclan, but it was stressful, especially with so many cats against him. He had forced them into submission, by demonstrating the consequences if they stepped out of line. The face he remembered most, was the first warrior he killed, Kestrelglide. The tom had been so stubborn and out spoken in his ways. Singe had fought him, weakened him, and painfully pushed him from this world. He most likely sent him to Starclan. Yes, he believed in Starclan, but in different ways than all the other Clans did. Yes he believed that when the warriors died, they went to Starclan, but he did not believe that Starclan was the only reason the Clans thrived, that Starclan was peaceful, prophecy givers. That Starclan helped the Clans. All four leaders of his time had been against them. If Starclan was so for peace and unity between the Clans, and protecting them, why hadn't they stopped them? It certainly wasn't them that had sent the flea ridden Skyclan. He had learned later on, that two warriors, supporting Starclan had escaped from their Clans and traveled away, running into Skyclan by chance. So it certainly wasn't them. Besides, Starclan was full of dead cats. Obviously they couldn't be right all the time, they were dead.

He entered the training area, his pale yellow hues sweeping the clearing. They rested on the young cat who he had been assigned to, Lucious. I formidable name, in Singe's opinion. Though, he wasn't sure how this cat acted, so he would have to pull the whole nicey-nicey skit before he scared him off. He put on a smile, seemingly genuine. This acting, he had grown good at, during his time as leader. "Hello, Lucious, isn't it?" he asked, his voice forced to sound light and airy, like he didn't exactly know what he was doing. "I'm Singe, and I'm your trainer. So, um training, is there something you really want to start with?" he asked, trying his hardest to sound genuinly curious. This wasn't his thing, acting nice and friendly. He kept his emotions shielded, kept away from prying eyes, from those who wished to tear him down.

Brilliance April 11th, 2017 05:21 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 227343)

Singe entered the clearing, taking his own time. He didn't like to be rushed, and therefore would not allow himself to be rushed. He was though,in a rather good mood, as he had been given a Trainee. It had been several moons since he had trained some cat, the last one being Ebonypaw while he was leader back in Windclan. He had enjoyed training the black tom then, as it had given him something to do. Training Ebonypaw, who shared similar viewws as him, had been a way to take his mind off of the stress of leading the Clan. Sure he had enjoyed leading, and being in control, bringing about change, and bringing down Starclan, but it was stressful, especially with so many cats against him. He had forced them into submission, by demonstrating the consequences if they stepped out of line. The face he remembered most, was the first warrior he killed, Kestrelglide. The tom had been so stubborn and out spoken in his ways. Singe had fought him, weakened him, and painfully pushed him from this world. He most likely sent him to Starclan. Yes, he believed in Starclan, but in different ways than all the other Clans did. Yes he believed that when the warriors died, they went to Starclan, but he did not believe that Starclan was the only reason the Clans thrived, that Starclan was peaceful, prophecy givers. That Starclan helped the Clans. All four leaders of his time had been against them. If Starclan was so for peace and unity between the Clans, and protecting them, why hadn't they stopped them? It certainly wasn't them that had sent the flea ridden Skyclan. He had learned later on, that two warriors, supporting Starclan had escaped from their Clans and traveled away, running into Skyclan by chance. So it certainly wasn't them. Besides, Starclan was full of dead cats. Obviously they couldn't be right all the time, they were dead.

He entered the training area, his pale yellow hues sweeping the clearing. They rested on the young cat who he had been assigned to, Lucious. I formidable name, in Singe's opinion. Though, he wasn't sure how this cat acted, so he would have to pull the whole nicey-nicey skit before he scared him off. He put on a smile, seemingly genuine. This acting, he had grown good at, during his time as leader. "Hello, Lucious, isn't it?" he asked, his voice forced to sound light and airy, like he didn't exactly know what he was doing. "I'm Singe, and I'm your trainer. So, um training, is there something you really want to start with?" he asked, trying his hardest to sound genuinly curious. This wasn't his thing, acting nice and friendly. He kept his emotions shielded, kept away from prying eyes, from those who wished to tear him down.

''Surprise me.''

That was the young tom's expressionless answer. He looked towards his new trainer, studying his exterior, and trying to decipher Singe's tone. The tom noted that he sounded too nice. Too pleasant. This made Lucious look away for a second, feeling dejected. He didn't want this type of mentor. Was this some type of joke? If so, Lucious did not like jokes. Even if it weren't a joke, Lucious wouldn't laugh at it. He rarely found anything funny. Laughing meant weakness. Though Lucious was young, that was the most thing he knew. Weakness was around every corner. Every feeling was a weakness. Every relationship was a weakness. Most importantly, love was a weakness. The sudden thought of it almost made bile come up, but the young tom stared on. He stared at his trainer, emotionless, expressionless present in his eyes. The tom looked like he was bored, but he wasn't. He didn't display a fetching feeling of happiness, but he prepped himself up for whatever might come his way. Another thing that the tom did not like was small talk. It was okay for his trainer to introduce himself, but that mattered little to Lucious. The mottled-like tom was here for one thing. One thing only and that was to train. Everything else was not important. Everything else could be saved another day. Lucious was also quite surprised that he was assigned Singe. He heard the stories. He knew the gossip. He knew the tom, and what he had done. Though that didn't bother him. In fact, it left him inspired. Whenever the tom was alone, he would think over this. How would he be able to take over once given the chance? How would he be better than the pathetic trainer he was given. Of course, Lucious thought everyone was inferior to him. The tom felt superior, a quiet-like one, that hardly voiced his thoughts. That said anything at all. Actions spoke louder than words, so why would words be of any use to him? They weren't of any use, so he refused to believe them. Instead, he did motions and actions, knowing that they were a lot easier to comprehend. Everything was easier said than done, eh? Not for Lucious. Everything was easier done than said. The tom didn't have a problem with talking. He told a few white lies, and he snapped at others whenever he felt too bothered. Above all, talking and teaming up with other cats weren't his goal. His goal was more simple. Not easy. Most likely would take a while before he got there, but as long as he came to his training sessions, and focused on the tom that played a large role during the Evil Era, Lucious felt that he would beat that. That he would perfect it. That his name would be remembered, and he wouldn't be taken down so easily...like the worthless trainer in front of him.

Other than that, the tom was grateful that Singe decided to take him in as a trainee. As he focused his striking green eyes on his trainer, no words came out. Just an expressionless face, and green eyes that seemed evil if focused into the depths.

goddess of ducks April 11th, 2017 10:34 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Noire (Post 227592)



''Surprise me.''

That was the young tom's expressionless answer. He looked towards his new trainer, studying his exterior, and trying to decipher Singe's tone. The tom noted that he sounded too nice. Too pleasant. This made Lucious look away for a second, feeling dejected. He didn't want this type of mentor. Was this some type of joke? If so, Lucious did not like jokes. Even if it weren't a joke, Lucious wouldn't laugh at it. He rarely found anything funny. Laughing meant weakness. Though Lucious was young, that was the most thing he knew. Weakness was around every corner. Every feeling was a weakness. Every relationship was a weakness. Most importantly, love was a weakness. The sudden thought of it almost made bile come up, but the young tom stared on. He stared at his trainer, emotionless, expressionless present in his eyes. The tom looked like he was bored, but he wasn't. He didn't display a fetching feeling of happiness, but he prepped himself up for whatever might come his way. Another thing that the tom did not like was small talk. It was okay for his trainer to introduce himself, but that mattered little to Lucious. The mottled-like tom was here for one thing. One thing only and that was to train. Everything else was not important. Everything else could be saved another day. Lucious was also quite surprised that he was assigned Singe. He heard the stories. He knew the gossip. He knew the tom, and what he had done. Though that didn't bother him. In fact, it left him inspired. Whenever the tom was alone, he would think over this. How would he be able to take over once given the chance? How would he be better than the pathetic trainer he was given. Of course, Lucious thought everyone was inferior to him. The tom felt superior, a quiet-like one, that hardly voiced his thoughts. That said anything at all. Actions spoke louder than words, so why would words be of any use to him? They weren't of any use, so he refused to believe them. Instead, he did motions and actions, knowing that they were a lot easier to comprehend. Everything was easier said than done, eh? Not for Lucious. Everything was easier done than said. The tom didn't have a problem with talking. He told a few white lies, and he snapped at others whenever he felt too bothered. Above all, talking and teaming up with other cats weren't his goal. His goal was more simple. Not easy. Most likely would take a while before he got there, but as long as he came to his training sessions, and focused on the tom that played a large role during the Evil Era, Lucious felt that he would beat that. That he would perfect it. That his name would be remembered, and he wouldn't be taken down so easily...like the worthless trainer in front of him.

Other than that, the tom was grateful that Singe decided to take him in as a trainee. As he focused his striking green eyes on his trainer, no words came out. Just an expressionless face, and green eyes that seemed evil if focused into the depths.
The large bodied Savannah lost his smile. Good, this trainee seemed to know who he was, though he doubted he knew all of it. But this cat seemed to hold a level head, one that was transfixed on the views of the Syndicate. Yes, he could grab all this from one, expressionless phrase. See, Singe had had to do that when he was leader, he had to read into what his cats told him, to see the truth. Yes, sometimes he read it wrong, but he knew mostly what he was doing. Expressionless, that meant that one, they weren't star struck by who he was and what he had done. It also meant, that he wouldn't make a big deal, and that he wouldn't be phased by emotions. Singe very quickly dropped the act, all the nice stuff. No need for it anymore. Expressionless, that would do well for Singe. He liked toying with other cats emotion, not engaging in his own. "Alright then. I can start you off with some intermediate moves. That is assuming you prefer to battle train? That is why you were assigned to me, if you wanted to be a hunter you have come to the wrong feline. I can do so much more than catch mindless prey." He said, his voice booming with a surge of power. He did like showing off somewhat, just to kind of show his dominance and strength. "Now, I could do you like my old apprentice back in Windclan and tell you to just attack me, but I think that would not be beneficial to you. Now, how do you work with combo moves?" He asked, his voice blatantly faking curiousity.

Brilliance April 12th, 2017 12:17 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 227953)
The large bodied Savannah lost his smile. Good, this trainee seemed to know who he was, though he doubted he knew all of it. But this cat seemed to hold a level head, one that was transfixed on the views of the Syndicate. Yes, he could grab all this from one, expressionless phrase. See, Singe had had to do that when he was leader, he had to read into what his cats told him, to see the truth. Yes, sometimes he read it wrong, but he knew mostly what he was doing. Expressionless, that meant that one, they weren't star struck by who he was and what he had done. It also meant, that he wouldn't make a big deal, and that he wouldn't be phased by emotions. Singe very quickly dropped the act, all the nice stuff. No need for it anymore. Expressionless, that would do well for Singe. He liked toying with other cats emotion, not engaging in his own. "Alright then. I can start you off with some intermediate moves. That is assuming you prefer to battle train? That is why you were assigned to me, if you wanted to be a hunter you have come to the wrong feline. I can do so much more than catch mindless prey." He said, his voice booming with a surge of power. He did like showing off somewhat, just to kind of show his dominance and strength. "Now, I could do you like my old apprentice back in Windclan and tell you to just attack me, but I think that would not be beneficial to you. Now, how do you work with combo moves?" He asked, his voice blatantly faking curiousity.
Lucious made out an empty laugh, rolling his green eyes. ''If I wanted to be a hunter, don't you think I would had been training? And, even if I did choose to be a fighter, I would had chose a better trainer.'' He says, his gaze hardening. What the tom said was a bit far, but that did not matter. Lucious could detect the walls of his trainer crumbling down. What was he trying to do? Appear in mock innocence? That was easy for Lucious to do. If the older tom wanted him to appear happy-like, Lucious could act on that. He was good a pretending. As the next words left Singe's mouth, Lucious got up to stretch. He shook his fur, and blinked his eyes slowly. ''Well, yeah, in your opinion. Though I rather be shown the facts instead of listening to empty sayings.'' Again, the tom knew that actions spoke louder than words. He was not impressed that Singe was speaking as if he were a leader. Something he was in the past. Something he was over thrown from. Something he failed to accomplish. Lucious wanted to snort, but he held it in as he listened further to what Singe was saying. ''Well, of course. I'm not your old apprentice, so you should never compare me to some idiotic clan cat.'' The young tom carried a deep voice, almost could be mistaken for an older age than he was. Though most young toms were like this, so it wasn't abnormal. However, Lucious felt slightly offended at what his trainee was suggesting. How would he tell him? Lucious never liked to tell things, so the tom entered into a low crouch, looking up at his mentor with a dark smirk. ''I like to show my actions, not tell them. So, why don't you prep yourself up to find out?'' Singe wanted to know how his combo moves worked, and Lucious had no problem showing them. Perhaps, it was more of a thing he could work.

goddess of ducks April 12th, 2017 12:51 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Noire (Post 227982)


Lucious made out an empty laugh, rolling his green eyes. ''If I wanted to be a hunter, don't you think I would had been training? And, even if I did choose to be a fighter, I would had chose a better trainer.'' He says, his gaze hardening. What the tom said was a bit far, but that did not matter. Lucious could detect the walls of his trainer crumbling down. What was he trying to do? Appear in mock innocence? That was easy for Lucious to do. If the older tom wanted him to appear happy-like, Lucious could act on that. He was good a pretending. As the next words left Singe's mouth, Lucious got up to stretch. He shook his fur, and blinked his eyes slowly. ''Well, yeah, in your opinion. Though I rather be shown the facts instead of listening to empty sayings.'' Again, the tom knew that actions spoke louder than words. He was not impressed that Singe was speaking as if he were a leader. Something he was in the past. Something he was over thrown from. Something he failed to accomplish. Lucious wanted to snort, but he held it in as he listened further to what Singe was saying. ''Well, of course. I'm not your old apprentice, so you should never compare me to some idiotic clan cat.'' The young tom carried a deep voice, almost could be mistaken for an older age than he was. Though most young toms were like this, so it wasn't abnormal. However, Lucious felt slightly offended at what his trainee was suggesting. How would he tell him? Lucious never liked to tell things, so the tom entered into a low crouch, looking up at his mentor with a dark smirk. ''I like to show my actions, not tell them. So, why don't you prep yourself up to find out?'' Singe wanted to know how his combo moves worked, and Lucious had no problem showing them. Perhaps, it was more of a thing he could work.

Singe hid his emotions, and he was growing to dislike this abrupt tom. He seemed to the Savannah, snotty and more like a know-it-all. He was impressed either. Lucious seemed to be as if he was talking down to Singe, not showing any sign of respect for him. Singe didn't care if he didn't like him because of his previous leadership, but at least some form of respect should exist for a trainer. Even Singe had to admit that. No matter how resentful he was in showing it, Halite and Boreas, along with a select few other fighters, held his respect. Bucknight, Ratnight, and Blazingnight had had his respect. They seemed like notable leaders and noble cats. Lucious wasn't showing anything, no respect, and Singe wasn't a fan of it. Especially after he turned down his former apprentice. To him, Ebonypaw had been a very promising cat, so maybe this young cat liked to stereotype the Clans, but what did that make Singe to him? A coward? An insulate cat who think he knew more than he actually did? Singe frowned. He would have to fix this, but for now, he had to show who was the boss. "Do not speak to me like that. It will not be tolerated. Understood? If you have thoughts like this, keep them to yourself, as I do not want to hear them." he spat harshly. Disrespect and a lack of loyalty was above all, Singe's least favorite things. "Show me a combo move, using your front paws." He said, his voice tense as he lowered himself into a fighting stance. "And keep your claws sheathed for now."

Brilliance April 14th, 2017 01:43 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 228195)

Singe hid his emotions, and he was growing to dislike this abrupt tom. He seemed to the Savannah, snotty and more like a know-it-all. He was impressed either. Lucious seemed to be as if he was talking down to Singe, not showing any sign of respect for him. Singe didn't care if he didn't like him because of his previous leadership, but at least some form of respect should exist for a trainer. Even Singe had to admit that. No matter how resentful he was in showing it, Halite and Boreas, along with a select few other fighters, held his respect. Bucknight, Ratnight, and Blazingnight had had his respect. They seemed like notable leaders and noble cats. Lucious wasn't showing anything, no respect, and Singe wasn't a fan of it. Especially after he turned down his former apprentice. To him, Ebonypaw had been a very promising cat, so maybe this young cat liked to stereotype the Clans, but what did that make Singe to him? A coward? An insulate cat who think he knew more than he actually did? Singe frowned. He would have to fix this, but for now, he had to show who was the boss. "Do not speak to me like that. It will not be tolerated. Understood? If you have thoughts like this, keep them to yourself, as I do not want to hear them." he spat harshly. Disrespect and a lack of loyalty was above all, Singe's least favorite things. "Show me a combo move, using your front paws." He said, his voice tense as he lowered himself into a fighting stance. "And keep your claws sheathed for now."
Lucious let out a smirk towards Singe, ''It's all you needed to say.'' He voiced. The tom felt that he had the upper paw, and he enjoyed the feeling of messing around with his trainer. The way he would get under his fur, annoy him; it was all good. Lucious let out a bored sigh before he nodded. The best way to get this training over with was to act like he cared, and to do whatever was expected of them. It was an amusing thought to him, of how Singe played nicely when first meeting him... and now look where they were? Lucious brought it upon himself to cool his aggressive side down. He did not need to have any bad blood with his trainer. After all, the two were only here for one thing: train. Once this session was over, they would probably avoid one another until the next training session. Lucious stared on bored, thinking about his next plans. Perhaps, sleeping under a tree sounded fun at the moment. Since he hardly talked, he didn't have many friends. Whenever he did talk, it was in a passive aggressive manner. As he rose to his paws once more, he nodded towards Singe, thinking about a combo move he could use. ''Keep my claws sheathed, huh?'' He piped, chuckling. ''No promises.'' The tom says, circling around his trainer, flexing his claws in and out as he moved about. It was all fun and games, something to put fear into. Singe did not seem like the type to be afraid easily, and Lucious did not expect the tom to be afraid of him. He was only ten moons old, and, though he hated to admit, he carried less experience than the older fighter. All Lucious wanted to do was be intimidating. Like Onyx or Hannibal...but Singe? How was he going to teach him how to be intimidated? Feared? Respected? Lucious was simply an apprentice, someone who had to give respect. He was not expected to receive respect, being young and all, and sometimes it was hard for him to even respect others. Like, for example, his trainer, Singe.

Combo move, that's what he needed to focus on. As he made his way back in front of Singe, the tom immediately made sure his claws were retracted before he lunged himself at his trainer, swiping at him with both his paws.

goddess of ducks April 17th, 2017 09:45 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
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Originally Posted by Noire (Post 230303)


Lucious let out a smirk towards Singe, ''It's all you needed to say.'' He voiced. The tom felt that he had the upper paw, and he enjoyed the feeling of messing around with his trainer. The way he would get under his fur, annoy him; it was all good. Lucious let out a bored sigh before he nodded. The best way to get this training over with was to act like he cared, and to do whatever was expected of them. It was an amusing thought to him, of how Singe played nicely when first meeting him... and now look where they were? Lucious brought it upon himself to cool his aggressive side down. He did not need to have any bad blood with his trainer. After all, the two were only here for one thing: train. Once this session was over, they would probably avoid one another until the next training session. Lucious stared on bored, thinking about his next plans. Perhaps, sleeping under a tree sounded fun at the moment. Since he hardly talked, he didn't have many friends. Whenever he did talk, it was in a passive aggressive manner. As he rose to his paws once more, he nodded towards Singe, thinking about a combo move he could use. ''Keep my claws sheathed, huh?'' He piped, chuckling. ''No promises.'' The tom says, circling around his trainer, flexing his claws in and out as he moved about. It was all fun and games, something to put fear into. Singe did not seem like the type to be afraid easily, and Lucious did not expect the tom to be afraid of him. He was only ten moons old, and, though he hated to admit, he carried less experience than the older fighter. All Lucious wanted to do was be intimidating. Like Onyx or Hannibal...but Singe? How was he going to teach him how to be intimidated? Feared? Respected? Lucious was simply an apprentice, someone who had to give respect. He was not expected to receive respect, being young and all, and sometimes it was hard for him to even respect others. Like, for example, his trainer, Singe.

Combo move, that's what he needed to focus on. As he made his way back in front of Singe, the tom immediately made sure his claws were retracted before he lunged himself at his trainer, swiping at him with both his paws.
Singe wasn't going to argue with this cat. He still had a role to protect, and one to prove. He was thinking of this training to be more like a chance, given to him to prove he was worthy. He hadn't had too terribly much of an initiation test coming in to the Syndicate, but assumed that since he was fresh from the battlefield, as Singenight, the. Hannibal had worked it out with Halite to get him accepted, no trial needed. He didn't care though, it had taken some getting used to, having to technically move down a rank or two, but he felt he needed to know that the cats here saw his reasoning for not dieing for his position. The tom liked to appear mean, scary, horrendous, or apparently, in some cats opinions, scary. But he had a family too. There were soft spots, vulnerable spots, in the Savannah's life. He had a family, a mate and four kits to care for. He had to care for them as well, and what was the pint of leaving his mate with four unruly kits that seemed to take quite closely after their father. It would not be fair, nor right. Sure he was evil, and he knew what he believed and thought was right, but family should be cared for. At least, the family that stayed close to you.

He narrowed his yellow hues as he watched. Lucious sprung at him, paws out stretched. Combo moves was what he had told him, but he hadn't exactly ,want that two paws was a combo. Oh well, maybe this tom cat needed more help than he was letting on. Either way, it didn't matter. Singe dodged to the side,mouth didn't attack. He didn't move far, wanting to see how Lucious reacted. The trainee needed to be quick on his paws, as a former Wkndclan cat, he knew that better than any cat.

wren April 24th, 2017 10:17 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
[ Quick question, would you like this to be roleplayed somewhere else before I write a post here? Considering you seem like your doing stuff here?! @Nighty ]

goddess of ducks April 24th, 2017 10:30 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Raine (Post 240645)
[ Quick question, would you like this to be roleplayed somewhere else before I write a post here? Considering you seem like your doing stuff here?! @Nighty ]
[We can do it here, it's fine]

wren April 24th, 2017 10:36 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 240665)
[We can do it here, it's fine]
[ Coo coo ]

Ajax trotted intot he training area. His head held high as he made an entrance not expecting cats to be let his head drop for a moment. He knew his boundaries and being a fool around respected felines was certainly one of them. Lately he struggled to keep up with life, due to the patrol incident which he wished dearly he could have taken Amya with him to show her how to be merciless. Which did rub off on the others because he had killed tansypaw he still wished the she cat had been around to witness it. She was much like him in many ways, allways making an effort to best the next cat they met. It gave him joy to see her try.

goddess of ducks April 24th, 2017 10:46 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Raine (Post 240670)


[ Coo coo ]

Ajax trotted intot he training area. His head held high as he made an entrance not expecting cats to be let his head drop for a moment. He knew his boundaries and being a fool around respected felines was certainly one of them. Lately he struggled to keep up with life, due to the patrol incident which he wished dearly he could have taken Amya with him to show her how to be merciless. Which did rub off on the others because he had killed tansypaw he still wished the she cat had been around to witness it. She was much like him in many ways, allways making an effort to best the next cat they met. It gave him joy to see her try.
Amya trotted in behind Ajax, right on his tail. She wiggled her little black, fluffy stump of a tail in excitement. Here she was again, ready and eager to train. Maybe some more fighting moves, a chance to prove how good she could be. Besides, she would be fighting all her life, as it was going to be her role for the Syndicate, right? She had to be prepared, and was she more ready than ever. Despite her ecstatic and excited behavior, she knew the limits, when it was time to get serious, but she wouldn't let that stop her from having a good time."Hiya Ajax!" She chirped happily. "What do you have planned for today?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, letting her long fur fluff out. Her soft yellow-green eyes sparkling with her readiness to train.

wren April 24th, 2017 10:53 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 240679)
Amya trotted in behind Ajax, right on his tail. She wiggled her little black, fluffy stump of a tail in excitement. Here she was again, ready and eager to train. Maybe some more fighting moves, a chance to prove how good she could be. Besides, she would be fighting all her life, as it was going to be her role for the Syndicate, right? She had to be prepared, and was she more ready than ever. Despite her ecstatic and excited behavior, she knew the limits, when it was time to get serious, but she wouldn't let that stop her from having a good time."Hiya Ajax!" She chirped happily. "What do you have planned for today?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, letting her long fur fluff out. Her soft yellow-green eyes sparkling with her readiness to train.
The Tom grunted as he turned and nearly bumped into Amya who seemed to be right on his heels. "First, stop doing that. Second we are doing attacks on larger cats. Considering your a shrimp it will be good to see how well you do when disarming a large cat" he says with a sigh. This meant he was going to get cuffed over the ear, bitten, scratched and driven into the ground. Not that he couldn't handle it or he couldn't not make the trainee do it. It was more that he wanted Amya to be good so he must suffer wih the anoying stuff to train her well. Also because claws out was always fun. Always. "Now, are you ready?" he asked calmly eyeing the small she fat with icy blue eyes of interest and muse.

goddess of ducks April 24th, 2017 11:38 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Raine (Post 240686)


The Tom grunted as he turned and nearly bumped into Amya who seemed to be right on his heels. "First, stop doing that. Second we are doing attacks on larger cats. Considering your a shrimp it will be good to see how well you do when disarming a large cat" he says with a sigh. This meant he was going to get cuffed over the ear, bitten, scratched and driven into the ground. Not that he couldn't handle it or he couldn't not make the trainee do it. It was more that he wanted Amya to be good so he must suffer wih the anoying stuff to train her well. Also because claws out was always fun. Always. "Now, are you ready?" he asked calmly eyeing the small she fat with icy blue eyes of interest and muse.
Amya twitched her whiskers in annoyance. Haha he had called her shrimp. "Oh yeah I'm a shrimp, probably because my tail. Yknow, I saw one in when I was playing down near the beach. It kinda looked like your face too." She laughed. But stopping quickly, she bolted forwards. Small was a good thing, she just had to be careful. She knew from all those kit games, that she was no good at balancing, due to her dumb stumpy tail. She could use size to her advantage though. She looked up, her green gaze blazing with battle readiness. This was what she had always wanted. As she was looking up, she decided to try a feign, something she had seen a lot of Warriors do. So, as she looked up, appearing to prepare for a jump, she pushed herself low to the ground, sliding under her mentor. As she did so, she didn't use her claws to attack, instead she used them to stop herself as she was partially exiting from under him. She used her sharp tiny fangs to bite into his hind leg. Maybe that would do something.

Brilliance May 12th, 2017 09:24 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 234652)
Singe wasn't going to argue with this cat. He still had a role to protect, and one to prove. He was thinking of this training to be more like a chance, given to him to prove he was worthy. He hadn't had too terribly much of an initiation test coming in to the Syndicate, but assumed that since he was fresh from the battlefield, as Singenight, the. Hannibal had worked it out with Halite to get him accepted, no trial needed. He didn't care though, it had taken some getting used to, having to technically move down a rank or two, but he felt he needed to know that the cats here saw his reasoning for not dieing for his position. The tom liked to appear mean, scary, horrendous, or apparently, in some cats opinions, scary. But he had a family too. There were soft spots, vulnerable spots, in the Savannah's life. He had a family, a mate and four kits to care for. He had to care for them as well, and what was the pint of leaving his mate with four unruly kits that seemed to take quite closely after their father. It would not be fair, nor right. Sure he was evil, and he knew what he believed and thought was right, but family should be cared for. At least, the family that stayed close to you.

He narrowed his yellow hues as he watched. Lucious sprung at him, paws out stretched. Combo moves was what he had told him, but he hadn't exactly ,want that two paws was a combo. Oh well, maybe this tom cat needed more help than he was letting on. Either way, it didn't matter. Singe dodged to the side,mouth didn't attack. He didn't move far, wanting to see how Lucious reacted. The trainee needed to be quick on his paws, as a former Wkndclan cat, he knew that better than any cat.
Luscious stepped back, feeling a slight disdain coursing through him. He could sense that his trainer wasn't impressed at the move. And, to be honest. Luscious wasn't quite impressed himself. And he knew he wouldn't be. The tom never took to fighting except basic moves. He was probably good enough to become a hunter, but that was not something Luscious saw himself as. A Hunter? Nothing was wrong with them, nothing at all. But for Luscious, he always thought less of them. Too fearful of fighting off cats so they torment the prey. Yet, someone had to do the job. Someone had to provide for the group, and that's just how the Dusk Syndicate worked. Luscious ruffled up his pelt, his yellow eyes gleaming with fiery and determination. He twitched his nose, "Why don't you show me a combo move?" His voice was emotionless, something like he always been. As he let out a powerful yawn, the tom sat down on his haunches, his ears swiveled to become alert. Oh, how the young tom loved his ears. They were the best things that he owned. Quite special they were. He was able to hear peculiarly well, more than he could smell. He could detect a Twitter of a bird, tell you what type it is, and how far along it was. He could do the same with a cat, detect a fear scent and some type of intentions from their body language. Luscious could do it all, but he knew that he wasn't perfect. However, he did not want anyone else to know it, so the best way to achieve that was remaining stoic. Remaining stern as if he were bored.

Luscious was far from bored. The Savannah in front of him was giving him hidden amusement. The tom enjoyed getting under the older's fur, but he did not enjoy the fact that he done something wrong. In his world, it was either do it right or not at all. Luscious was already caught into this, and there was no way he would be leaving it soon. His yellow eyes flickered upward, and Luscious got up, ready to be thrown with anything.

happycyanide June 16th, 2017 12:06 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Twisted was with Flash and Obsidian, padding into the training area. He was chuckling quietly at Flash making his remarks on Twisted. He didn't want any passing cats to see his happiness. "Here we are." he mewed.

@Equinox @CandyFlossCat

wickedvirtues June 16th, 2017 08:42 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by happycyanide (Post 290419)
Twisted was with Flash and Obsidian, padding into the training area. He was chuckling quietly at Flash making his remarks on Twisted. He didn't want any passing cats to see his happiness. "Here we are." he mewed.

@Equinox @CandyFlossCat
Obsidian gazed around, she'd never really gone to the training grounds a lot so this was new to her.

dino. June 16th, 2017 08:52 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat (Post 290509)
Obsidian gazed around, she'd never really gone to the training grounds a lot so this was new to her.
Quote:
Originally Posted by happycyanide (Post 290419)
Twisted was with Flash and Obsidian, padding into the training area. He was chuckling quietly at Flash making his remarks on Twisted. He didn't want any passing cats to see his happiness. "Here we are." he mewed.

@Equinox @CandyFlossCat
Flash ran directly into the center of the training grounds, then spun around to face Obsidian and Twisted with a haughty look on his face.
"Now, trainees, listen up," he said, trying to keep a straight face. "I know you are new so I will go over a few battle moves with you."

wickedvirtues June 16th, 2017 09:08 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Equinox (Post 290518)
Flash ran directly into the center of the training grounds, then spun around to face Obsidian and Twisted with a haughty look on his face.
"Now, trainees, listen up," he said, trying to keep a straight face. "I know you are new so I will go over a few battle moves with you."
Obsidian contained a snicker, giving a nod. 'This'll be.... interesting' she mused in her head.

happycyanide June 16th, 2017 10:56 AM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Equinox (Post 290518)
Flash ran directly into the center of the training grounds, then spun around to face Obsidian and Twisted with a haughty look on his face.
"Now, trainees, listen up," he said, trying to keep a straight face. "I know you are new so I will go over a few battle moves with you."
Twisted rolled his eyes and stood straitly.

dino. June 16th, 2017 01:26 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by happycyanide (Post 290620)


Twisted rolled his eyes and stood straitly.
Quote:
Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat (Post 290534)
Obsidian contained a snicker, giving a nod. 'This'll be.... interesting' she mused in her head.
"Ok. So today we will be learning how to stalk your enemy. First you drop into the hunting crouch-" He crouched down "-and then leap!"
He barreled into Twisted, grinning.

wickedvirtues June 16th, 2017 01:29 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Equinox (Post 290764)
"Ok. So today we will be learning how to stalk your enemy. First you drop into the hunting crouch-" He crouched down "-and then leap!"


He barreled into Twisted, grinning.
Containing a laugh, Obsidian snorted. She watched the two toms, her eyes glittering with amusement. She'd done this before, but watching them made her more excited.

happycyanide June 16th, 2017 01:37 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Equinox (Post 290764)
"Ok. So today we will be learning how to stalk your enemy. First you drop into the hunting crouch-" He crouched down "-and then leap!"
He barreled into Twisted, grinning.
Twisted yowled and leaned backward, and tried to kick Flash off of him.

dino. June 16th, 2017 01:55 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by happycyanide (Post 290779)


Twisted yowled and leaned backward, and tried to kick Flash off of him.
Quote:
Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat (Post 290768)
Containing a laugh, Obsidian snorted. She watched the two toms, her eyes glittering with amusement. She'd done this before, but watching them made her more excited.
Flash leaped off and danced backwards, grinning.

wickedvirtues June 16th, 2017 02:01 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Equinox (Post 290807)
Flash leaped off and danced backwards, grinning.
(When ur out of ideas)
Obsidian grinned, chuckling. Okay, maybe coming here was a good idea after all she thought.

happycyanide June 16th, 2017 02:05 PM
Re: Dusk Syndicate Training Area
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Equinox (Post 290807)
Flash leaped off and danced backwards, grinning.
Twisted reared up on his hind paws and began to circle Flash slowly. "I had to learn how to fight because of my paw." He explained to Obsidian. He then lowered to the ground again. He sprinted around Flash, and leaped on Flash's back.


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