ONE RED THREAD IN THE MIDDLE OF A SONG / mass training sessions + open

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    activity had gone up, nightbird had noted dutifully, and seeing as flaxenstar had been rather occupied lately, the young deputy figured he may as well step in and take advantage of that activity. with a flick of his tail, he sat along the entrance of the camp, where he hoped everyone would gather. he had enlisted the help of his senior warriors to assist in this, for there were quite a few apprentices; a bit too many for him to be able to handle all on his own.


    apprentices, please gather! he hollered gently. we're going to have a mass training session for you all!


    they all ranged differently experience-wise and there was an age gap between quite a few of them, but the important thing was making sure that everyone had basic fighting skills down pat, for they never knew when or if deathwish would attack again.


    Jadefeather12   lichen.  

    Jadefeather padded over, stopping beside NightBird and waiting for the apprentices to gather. She thought it was a good idea, going through all of them and testing their skills. She couldn't wait for the session to start, she hadn't had an apprentice since Locustpaw and Seapaw, and both had disappeared.. Jadefeather sighed, pushing away those bad memories, and scanned the camp for Lichen.


    LICHEN;;


    Lichen may be young, but he was incredibly experienced. He had spent most of his younger months protecting his food and shelter, and being chased out as well. He knew when to fight back, and he knew when to flee. He may not be as old as Jadefeather, or as powerful as Nightbird. Hell, he didn't even have the ability to see his opponent. But he was able to protect himself if it came down to it.


    Though, he wasn't sure about his teaching skills. He had never had to teach someone how to fight. Those skills were taught by the mother of the kits, and refined through play fighting between littermates. Only when someone was tossed into a real fight did they learn what they did right or what they did wrong. Only through failure and success did they become able to truly learn. Or, that's what he thought.


    It didn't make sense to him as to why he would need to teach these overgrown kittens how to defend themselves, especially since he wasn't related to them in the least. He didn't know the battle moves that clan cats were taught, he didn't understand strategy or war. All he understood was the bloody brawling of street cats.


    Honestly, this was going to be interesting. That was the loudest thought in his mind as he slowly limped over to join the other two warriors.

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    There hadn't been many opportunities for Newtpaw to brush up on her practically nonexistant fighting skills. Newtpaw was fairly ambitious, and she wanted to learn how to fight. For the reasons that she could protect her clan, her family, and her loved ones. The youth's display during Deathwish's attack, had been pitiful by her standards. The moment she'd been pinned down, she had been practically incapable of fighting back or defending herself. She was like a squirrel trapped underneath a predator's paws; a piece of prey, waiting to be slaughtered. And this was why she had to get better, had to train. Because there was no telling when the next attack would be, and the world wouldn't wait for her to hone her abilities.


    That's why, at Nightgaze's call, the youth sauntered forward eagerly. She wondered what skills she'd be taught. After this training session, she'd be a fierce warrior. All of her opponents would flee with terror upon her face, because whatever she was going to learn, was bound to make her absolutely terrifying in battle. Her praises would be sung and her ferocity would be recalled with fear to lesser enemies.

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    though she might technically fit in the age range of one, to some degree, rose was no apprentice. she'd been living life as a warrior since kit hood, supporting herself alone while others were still weaning from their mothers. she was raised in a dog eat dog world, and she learned to survive just fine. well, save for the fox.


    still, she approached, having never been an apprentice and curious to how they trained them. maybe, just maybe, she'd have her own apprentice one day - she imagined clan cats kept their claws sheathed while practicing, for starters.