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Post by pit on Feb 12, 2013 21:02:31 GMT -5
Slatestar
The pastel colors of the dying sun paint the ever-fading blue sky a pretty picture. The last glowing, fiery rays of the sun penetrate through the twisting branches of the great oaks over his head. The massive blue-gray tom stopped his slow trot, pale yellow eyes, almost translucent in the lighting, race up the trunk of a nearby tree. His white chin pointed upward, Slatestar let out a small puff of air. It was more of a pleasant sigh, really. The ThunderClan leader quite enjoyed the time just before the sun set for the day. The ground was basked in a brilliant calmness that was only found during this time. He flexed his claws into the hard soil.
Although it might seem odd to host a training session now, he felt it was very relevant. It not only brought a sort of relaxed feeling over the group, but training in near-darkness would be very helpful. Many warriors were useless in the pitch black of night. And, while it might not be dark yet, it would be soon. Slatestar figured it was as good of a time as any to practice some balance and defensive moves. He'd brought along whoever had wanted to come, along with his apprentice, Tornpaw. The golden tom was progressing quite well, and the blue-gray tom was proud of him. It would not be long until he sprouted into a full-fledged warrior.
Slatestar turned around to face his Clan, his pale eyes flicking to Tornpaw. "I suppose we should get started," his baritone voice rumbled. He crouched low in front of his apprentice. He'd get to the others in a minute. "Tornpaw, I am going to strike at you. Show me the best way to defend yourself. Remember to think ahead. Analyze my movements. Every twitch of my muscles, every flick of my gaze. Those are telling signs." The leader let his tail sway behind him, the tip flickering now and then.
And so he shifted his hind legs to get the correct angle and sprang at Tornpaw. Slatestar brought up his paw in preparation of a blow, but the blue-gray tom landed to the side of his apprentice and aimed a strike, instead, at his flank.
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Post by Nighthunter on Feb 12, 2013 21:18:52 GMT -5
Tornpaw
Eager paws danced across the forest floor brimming with energy as the young tabby tom raced to the Ancient Oak following behind his mentor Slatestar. The sun was setting, and its colors lit up the leaves and surrounding foliage casting shadows of reds and purples to illuminate the ground. Vibrant green eyes took in this picture with gusto, not wanting to miss a single detail of the beauty surrounding him. It amused him so much, that he nearly stumbled over a root sticking curling up off the ground slightly. Sliding to an abrupt hault, he blinked at the root and skirted around it, giving it a look like it was its fault for being in his way.
Kicking up dirt and twigs he hurried on having been momentarily distracted and scolding himself for not watching where he was going. Slatestar was further ahead of him now, his blue gray pelt trotting up ahead. When they reached the Oak tree, he waited ready to jump out of his fur in anticipation of the training session. Would they be hunting, or climbing perhaps? Either way his eyes focused on his leader, and grinned when battle training was brought up as the focus of the session.
Slatestar gave him a quick mentioning of what they were doing then wasted no time in leaping in the air towards Tornpaw. Not caught off guard Tornpaw leaned back on his haunches and put his two front paws in the air ready to batter his mentor as he headed for him. He did not expect Slatestar to veer off to the side and gave a noted look of alarm when he saw too late that Slatestar had avoided his counter instead landing on the side of him and striking for him.
He felt a jab hit his flank, and though claws were sheathed it didn't make the blow itself less stinging. A reminder for him to pay closer attention. Bringing his two paws back down he rounded on Slatestar and in an arching motion aimed a swipe of his own with his left forepaw at his head hoping to land a blow himself. Being the apprentice of the leader, had so far kept him on his toes, and he had a feeling that this training wasn't going to be lax at all.
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Post by pit on Feb 14, 2013 11:27:09 GMT -5
Slatestar
As the large tom sprung at his apprentice, he could almost see the gears turning in Tornpaw's head. The golden tom was quickly putting together a plan. But when the leader swerved off to the side, he could tell it had been a surprise to Tornpaw. Slatestar was pleased, though, when the tom thought quickly and revised his strike, so that he twisted around toward his mentor. Slatestar tried to pull his head out of the way, but his apprentice still managed to nick his ear. "Good speed," the blue-gray tom commented. Really, it was. Tornpaw seemed to have a knack for it.
Some of the earth sprayed up as Slatestar pushed with his hind legs off the ground. He managed to leap over his apprentice, and as he did, he used his paws to give Tornpaw a nudge, hoping to get him off balance. The leader landed with a thud, and turned to face the other tom. Slatestar watched for his movements, analyzing his stature. Tornpaw was doing very well so far, and he was quite proud of him.
The rays of the setting sun were almost a reddish color now, pouring on the training duo like warm honey. It painted everything a serene color, and Slatestar felt any unhealthy stress and tension seep out of him. He quite liked training with his apprentice, especially at times like these. It got his mind off everything and it felt clear again. It was usually a reeling, jumbled mess of thoughts. It was nice to be able to focus on just one thing. Plus, having Tornpaw as his apprentice made it all the better. The tom seemed to have an intelligence that was beyond his years, and Slatestar enjoyed his company. With a shake of his head, the leader's pale yellow eyes focused back on the golden tom in front of him.
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Post by Nighthunter on Feb 14, 2013 12:10:55 GMT -5
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His paws met mostly air as he swung them at Slatestar. He felt his fur glow with adreneline as he managed to nick his mentors ear. A small achievement, and not really anything to be proud of, but he wasn't looking so much to achieve as to figure out what was working and what he needed to change. Determining his faults would help him improve a great deal, he was aware that certain things would be habitual to him always. One such thing was his steadiness on his feet.
Before he could launch another move, the gray tom jumped arching over his head, nudging him before doing so with one of his much bigger paws. Tornpaw was thrown off balance and had to spread his front paws out to catch himself from falling and eating dirt. The tom landed with a thud and turned looking at him expectantly. Tornpaw felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment at having lost his footing yet again.
Slightly flustered from the anticipation of falling, his fur though short in length had fluffed up considerably, not hiding his shock from his mentors calculating eyes. This more than anything alerted him to the fact that he was still moons away from learning all the older tom had to teach him. It also made him proud that he had such a good teacher, nevermind that he was the leader, he didn't care for that so much as his ability to mold his skills.
Of course he let the compliment on his speed go right over his head, not taking the credit to heart. Tornpaw didn't want to dwell on that sort of thing, because more often then not when he did, he would mess up directly afterwards. He let his confidence get the better of him sometimes, and now he waited to see exactly what Slatestar would say. He guessed he should say something, to sort of bring to his attention that he knew he was making a mistake again. " Threw me off again, sorry Slatestar. I will watch for it next time."
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Comments: Made his posting table finally
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