[sleepyyjax]

 

Originally Posted by Rowan

• he/him • 10 moons • shadowclan/apprentice •
shadow fiend

It was a different kind of challenge, one that felt a lot more real to him than the usual cat vs. cat sparring. He was used to practicing with other apprentices, but predators? Those were the things that could really kill you if you weren't careful. "Yeah, I've done the basic stuff with cats," LionPaw said, his tail flicking with excitement. "But I’ve never fought a fox, or a snake. So, I’m all ears."

He was already imagining what it would feel like to face down a fox. He already had a personal vendetta against them for what they did to his mother, so yeah, he wanted to kill a fox…desperately. Snappy jaws, fast, strong. It made his heart thump a little harder in his chest, but he liked the idea of proving himself (and digging his claws into those bee-brains).

He nodded, his eyes narrowing in focus as NewtBelly demonstrated the fox’s movements. LionPaw watched carefully, noting the way the older tom’s body shifted—fast, erratic, but still with purpose. When the enforcer lunged, LionPaw was ready. He darted to the side just as the jaws snapped toward him, feeling the air buzz with the sudden movement. He’d have to be quicker than that.

He spun around, finding his balance in a crouch. He knew he wasn’t as fast as the enforcer, but his strength was what made him confident. He was definitely growing to be more of a brute. Even if he had to tire out a predator, he’d do it. Agility or stamina? He was ready for both.

LionPaw darted forward next, aiming for a low strike aimed at the other tom’s legs. He wasn’t aiming to land a hit just yet, but more to test the rhythm, to see how the movements flowed.

└> . . . @sleepyyjax [time travel, trust, he’s still a lil kid]

Newtbelly
he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend, Killer Aptitude T1 | 22 moons
ShadowClan Enforcer

That was fast. Good. He'd got the hang of it already. He went to snap at the apprentice again, but paws were flying toward his legs. He skirted to a halt, momentum slowed by the interference. But, he quickly got back into motion, rising onto his hind paws, attempting to thrash his forepaw's down onto the apprentice's head in an explosive blow. He wasn't sure his level of force could come anywhere near to that of a fox, in fact, for a cat of hiw build it was probably quite a compromising position: exposing his belly as his paws lifted. But that wasn't the point, he supposed. Imitation was the aim here.

[heck yea, time travel!!]