[Rani]

Originally Posted by furrensic

QUILLPAW
he/him. 9 moons. dark grey tom; tabby markings; light grey markings, amber and blue eyes.
[ mind reader ]

quillpaw does not understand why some of his siblings continue to make excuses for his parents. nor does he think he ever will. why continue to excuse the actions of someone who constantly lets you down? it makes him sick, almost. grandma doesn't keep lostspark so busy she can't make time for her kits. and if it wanted to make bleedingpaw feel like a fool, he would've let out the sardonic, bitter laugh he's currently holding in.

he stays silent. simply deciding to cast a glance at a nearby clanmate instead. perhaps his frustration is evident by the way his brow twitches.

physical contact from others is foreign to him, and makes him cringe a bit if he's honest. he likes to avoid it when he can, but this time he's not quick enough to move away before his brothers head makes contact with his shoulder. "of course it makes you her grandson," he quips, gaze slidinh to the blonde bengal once more. "blood relations mean nothing. lostpark took you in, so you're dawnstar's grandson now, also." he wonders why bleedingpaw would even doubt that?? he supposes it's because of that outburst moonpaw had.

ah yes, kits. if it weren't for his grandmother's mood that seemed to become worse and worse by the days, he would've forgotten she's carrying kits. he's a little disturbed considering said kits will...be his aunts and uncles. he's also disturbed when bleedingpaw flops over, eyes widening a smidge, only to return to how they were when the tom wiggles back up. the tips of his ears burn with shame at the request, brows pinching. he barely knows anything about fighting, embarrassingly enough. he definitely doesn't want to admit that, because admitting his lack of skills is appalling to him.

but a spar is pretty much the same as wrestling as a kit, so he'll just wing it. better than seeming clueless.

"we can spar." quillpaw replies with a small nod, rising from where he'd been relaxing and stretching his long limbs. he backs up a few pawsteps, then speaks up once more. "we can start on the count of three, alright?" he's never really sparred with anyone as an apprentice, only play fighting as a kit when he was younger but ..same concept. he thinks if he leaps at bleedingpaw like he does with prey, he should be good. "one, two..." he fixes his stance, tensing his muscles. "...three." he finishes, rushing towards the bengal to aim an unskilled (he hopes it isn't obvious) bap at his shoulder.

[ @Rani ]

Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 7 Moons
Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend

The little bengal wasnt sure how Quillpaw was so.... Confident al the time but he always seemed so self assured and stoic. Maybe it was his innate personality, maybe it was his lack of flaws to hold him back, maybe it was that he belonged to shadowclan and his family by blood (even if that family had fallen like a house of cards) or maybe it was something else. But in Bleedingpaws eyes his older brother (because the more Quillpaw tolerated him the more it seemed like it was ok to call him that) was the coolest tom he knew. Darkfall certainly didnt get that title after all.


He was even allowing Bleedingpaw to practice with him! Practice most cats found to babyish and easy to tolerate against the generally smaller and much much more uncoordinated bengal.


Quickly falling into his battle 'stance' in preparation (really never much of a stance at all, more of just standing more stable then usual) the tom gave a determined nod, ready to begin.
Well actually not that ready it seemed as even Quillpaws inexperienced blow barely missed Bleedingpaws shoulder, dodged only as an involuntary spasm swayed the Bengals entire body away from it. Ok so maybe Mr Pats was going easy because Quillpaw seemed so fast compared to him and Bleedingpaw had to bite back a yelp at the sudden movement.


He wasnt gonna loose that easily though, rearing back and using that to sway forward and close the distance, trying to fight at close range that'd limit Bleedingpaws deficiencies. Once in change? Beware small sharp little teeth, it was chomping time as the golden tom aimed to nip at Quillpaws flank where in a real battle it'd bleed.