Silverleopard went to organize the groups when Violetfreckle called out her name. She turned blue hues onto the warrior to see Rosekit. Shaking her head, the Bengal she-cat leapt off of the rock and padded over.
"Sorry, Rosekit, but kits aren't allowed to particpate in this event," She mewed, blinking warmly. "Apprentices are because it counts towards their training. Now, I promise that I'll host another event like this whenever you're an apprentice. You'll just have to remind me, okay? For now, you can either head back to the nursery with Miss Violetfreckle, or you can watch."
Silverleopard called out to the gathered cats. "Apprentices with apprentices, and warriors with warriors! Warriors, even if you're training, keep your eyes on the apprentices. I don't want any cat getting hurt, especially if it happens without supervision."
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Cricketleap decided to come up. After all, the kits were sleeping, and she barely got any battle practice these days. "What will we be doing first, Silverleopard?" she asked.
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Looking around to find another warrior, Fernwhisper saw that Cricketleap had come by and was asking Silverleopard what they would be doing, if Cricketleap joined Fernwhisped would ask. "Would you like to train together?" Sure technically she's not a warrior, but it's close enough right?
Brackenclaw- He/Him, 25 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw would lift his head and look over to Silverleapord before walking over and would meow. "Battle training sounds like a perfect idea. I will help if you like." Brackenclaw would meow the hornets deep and intimidating voice making him seem unfortunately intimidating still if those who knew him would know he wasn't such. Brackenclaw was a large Maine Coon with rippling muscles deep brown fur and white under his chin and down his chest. Brackenclaw was meaning to help train the Apprentices anyways given the sickness was gone and all. @kailie
Flintclaw
Thunderclan warrior - 22 moons - Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
(Purrks: Killer Aptitude | Just a scratch)
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Flintclaw was glad that Silverleopard was designating apprentices against apprentices and warriors against warriors. He really didn't want to waste his time by sparring with an apprentice. Some of them were okay, but how could he take full advantage of training when he was easily double, if not triple, the size of his opponent and twice as strong?
So many apprentices! The half-mainecoon looked around slowly. He wanted to spar with someone his size. Finally, his pale eyes landed on brackenclaw, another large and dark tabby. The warrior stood and approached him at a leisurely pace, fluffy tail lazily swaying behind him. "Care to spar?" He asked. He was going to use his polite face, today. This was a good chance to show Thunderclan how respectable he was.
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Oh! It worked out in the end, nice. She smiled, though was shaken by Mistlepaw immediately rushing off to ask a warrior if they could be paired up. Finally it was said that they got to pick their own partners. Without seeing Mantispaw, she figured this was the best she'd be getting.
Beechpaw blinked as Mistlepaw responded, realizing she hadn't actually made any friends other than Cloudedpaw and Mantispaw... Oh dear- That was embarrassing. She shook the thought from her head, a smile smile forming on her maw "That's good! My mentor is my dad, which... would be cool if he actually trained me" She said, a frustrated chuckle escaping her as she glanced down for a moment.
"'ey, looks like we get to pick our own sparring partners, looks like it's you 'n me" Beechpaw said grinning widely at Mistlepaw.
Rosekit hadn’t expected to be scooped up so suddenly by the scruff, the action foreign to a kitten with very little parental care over the moons of her kithood. Sparrowpa had only started being present more recently, and she didn’t necessarily blame him, it just meant that being held like this made her feel overwhelmingly helpless in just a few moments. It even took the ever sure flurry of words constantly on her tongue to serve her kittish justice longer than ever in her relatively short life.
She had been only watching! Attempting to not squirm, though every muscle in her body screamed for her to do so, to have her paws on the ground again to have control that was fleeting quickly. Logically, the words made sense, she wouldn’t be allowed fully into the event because she still had her kit name- but at the same time, why did training have to be confined to certain names, why couldn’t she get ahead? Especially when Bumblestar herself approved of Rosekit taking her training into her paws.
WIth a little kick of one of her hind paws that she couldn’t quite stop in time, Rosekit attempted to plead her obvious innocence in this situation. “Bumblestar said that taking my training into my own paws was a good thing. Not too mention that I’m nearly 5 moons, I’ve heard of apprentices being named sooner so why should I be denied the same opportunities on account of a different suffix.” Besides she was quite mature and didn’t want to play games when she needed to be taking care of her clan mates and keeping track of the inner workings of the clan so that she could be a good Flower Guard leader and warrior of the clan.
“I won’t take part in sparring, but please let me watch and practice the moves?” Rosekit hated her voice, how it wasn’t sure and confident like it needed to be, being unsure of yourself was the first step of failure. What leader can’t be sure of their decisions? One that breeds doubt among their clanmates, that’s who, and Rosekit refused to be that. “Please Violetfreckle and Silverleopard, I’ll listen.” Surely, they could see the reason in Rosekit’s stance. Besides, if she was allowed this chance it would check off another mark on her box.
Hunting crouch and feedback with Tigerpelt and Flintclaw. Patrols, a planned lesson about predator defense and attacking with Flintclaw, additionally, she needed to speak with Wolfhawk so that she could have more details- While Flintclaw provided her many details about the most fetched herbs and their description, knowing first aid could prove helpful. She has spoken with Spiderthroat about history… and generally watching and patrolling her camp has cued her on on the different tasks that would be expected of her as a warrior and apprentice- Oh! Rosekit should check in on the elders and nursery after this so that she could make sure all nests were cleaned and everyone fed.
Re: roar of the storm [BATTLE TRAINING EVENT]
Re: roar of the storm [BATTLE TRAINING EVENT]
