NEVER SATISFIED | RAID PREP

Littlestar felt sick, so horribly sick. More tired then sick actually, but she was putting the two feelings in the same file. But she had to keep on walking around and doing her daily routines otherwise once the sickness had passed, she'd lose her mojo. So when she heard Arizona calling for a raid preperation rally, she forced herself to limp on over despite the uncomfortable feeling in her body. Hawks? Oh, yeah. That would make this whole thing easier. Littlestar tugged on the bond between the two and after twenty seconds of standing and looking into the grey skies, a brown blur came flying down towards her. The Monarch softly grinned as Myla cawed and landed on her shoulder. She knew her bird was small, far too small to pick up enemies and drop them from a deadly height. But those wicked talons could cause irreperable damage.

Her golden eyes focused on the red dust that seemed to be applied to Arizona's paws. Although it was a subtle change to her appearance, she had a feeling she knew what it was about. It was symbolism, if a little literally. She was making a statement of the 'blood on her paws' and Littlestar understood why. She ignored the detail for now, just wanting to work on her battle techniques. "Arizona, what about a spar between you and me after all the talking is done?" Littlestar questioned, tilting her head. Arizona was a cat like her... bigger, sure, but everyone was.

Ravelights wasn’t much of a fighter. He perfected to sit in silence, and instead try to help anyone that needed it. He hated attacking others and simply just didn’t want to do it. Therefore, the only attack move he knew what to scratch with claws and bite with teeth. What could he say, how can a small pup like himself with a huge heart hurt a person for an unknown crime? Well, Hawkclan traitors. Although what did they do that was ever so bad? Yes, they gave information to Bloodclan but why couldn’t we just all live happily in harmony together. He would rather help then hurt in conclusion, and if that meant trying to act like he never heard the call of prep he would simply do that. Anyways, in a battle he would be to young and weak to do any real damage. Yes, he was a caracal but he’s seen much bigger animals then him. Also he would much rather prefer helping his teammates then fighting his enemy if a battle did occur. He hated to lie to such great clan mates but he was simply right in front of Arizona when the raid announcement was called and he couldn’t back away without an escuse. "Im sorry Ma’am but my umm... paw? Yes my paw, has been hurting me so aw chucks can’t do battling!" he would say to Arizona and Littlestar. It was a clear lie and he knew they could tell, but hopefully they wouldn’t ask questions.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — "At home, Dothraki cut off hurt paw for luck."

With a faint grin appearing upon sharp features, Raeggo would prowl over, large paws striking the earth with comfort. He had begun to familiarize himself with the territory, not to mention the fact that he was trying to get used to all of their... well, rules. The very concept was new, after all, to the man who had lived for so long in a very, very different type of society, even with his studies in his Westeros. So, as he had taught, the handsome beast would offer a bow of his head in greeting as he approached, amber optics flickering curiously over those whom had gathered. "I will spar. What are rules? No death, yes?"

Poe shuffled over, seeing but not hearing Mercy's call for raid prep. He knew he was in no position to fight or even spar with anyone. His leg was still damaged and his hearing was still whack, and the tiredness and soreness he felt didn't need to be mentioned. So he sat nearby and would spectate for now. He could see the others' mouths moving, asking questions, talking, joking. Frustrating started to bubble up in him again, but the canine pressed it down. This was just a small hurdle he had to get through.

*:･ﾟ✦ "Take me on Brokey. I could use the challenge." The voice of Hestia would signal her floating arrival. She would stop near the gathered and look to the male. Eyes amused and she felt the desire to play. This was playing for her. She lived for this sort of thing.

"Speech."

The thumping footfall was all she needed to know Brokenjaw was appearing. She slowly moved her head back and offered the big dinosaur a nod but other then that, she held no verbal greeting. Her mind was a little hazy but she knew she could pull through if she just tried. Surely her mind would start working again once adrenaline pumped into her veins. Her ears twitch when she hears a young voice speak out from behind. The tabby turns her head and sees Ravelights, the newly joined member, making excuses for why he couldn't practice. She knew he was lying- it was pretty damn obvious. Her golden eyes narrowed. "A little practice isn't gonna kill ya." The Monarch grumbled, stub tail twitching. Once upon a time she would've allowed him to sit it out, would've let him just watch instead. But that was a different time and a different world. She looked back at Arizona as the other accepted the challenge and nodded. It was probably a bad idea considering the feeling bubbling up in her stomach right now and the clear fatigue she was currently experiencing but she didn't want to fall asleep. Not when it was so early in the day. This would keep her preoccupied. Raeggo's words both amused and bewildered her. The place he'd come from was clearly a very violent place. The Dothraki, he said? Littlestar would have to ask around about that but as of right now it didn't seem to be a problem. "No. No killing. We save that for our enemies." The tabby snorted, her mind running over the Exiles and Bloodclan in particular.

A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she looked at Poe as he settled to the side. Now there was a real excuse for not fighting. She watched him curiously, wondering if it hurt to watch your clanmates do things while you couldn't. Well, she knew the answer to that one. Littlestar had spent a good majority of her apprenticeship inside a medic den due the leg amputation and the tail amputation as well. Oh, and the broken jaw for her kithood. Hestia was taking on Brokenjaw? "Brave girl." Littlestar teased Hestia, fighting off exhaustion before she turned back to Arizona.

LESSA REN SOLO

hawkclan shaman & riverclan doctor | info | played by misty

Lessa had a history of protesting violence. She did not participate in raids, aside as a combat medic so to speak, and was rarely seen present for any kind of sparring or training of the like. She'd sparred with another clanmate maybe two or three times in her life. Her father was rather adamant she knew how to fight. The fact of the matter was that she did, in fact, know how. She'd practiced with her lightsaber, and she reviewed basic fighting techniques when she had time and felt the need for it. In the end, it was a pure act of stubbornness and her firm belief that fighting was only necessary as a last resort, and even then, she despised it. Violence breeds violence.

With a small basket dangling from her jaws, the shaman was making her return trip from one of her solo gathering patrols. A flurry of wings above her singled Calum's presence, as he kept watch over her. Lessa had suspicion her father's companion, Fable, had communicated to him to be extra-protective these days; a suspicion that made her grit her teeth sometimes, then shake her head in exasperation for it would be just like her father. With a frown, the petite pine marten realized she had walked into the exact kind of training sessions she avoided, ear flicking.

She glanced at Ravelights, brows creased thoughtfully. She had ran a first aid class in RiverClan; perhaps a few lessons on conducting first aid on the battlefield here would be a good idea, given the clan's - or rather, Lit's for the most part, and those who agreed with her - readiness for war these days. Tail flicking, she bounded over to Poe's side, and set her basket down. If asked to participate, she'd decline in a heartbeat, consequences be damned; she would watch, however, and keep an eye on everyone participating just in case as accidents did happen, as well as Poe, who she knew was still having some difficulties. Friendlily, she'd nudge him, offering a hopefully reassuring smile.

Honestly, he was holding back as he trotted over, dark eyes resting on Lessa for a long moment. He could ask her to participate, but odds were she'd deny him. They could train individually later, he supposed. She wasn't a horrible fighter; she just refused and he knew there wasn't much use in pushing the matter. Her ways were set. It was admirable really, but he figured the main reason she got away with her pacifistic beliefs was the fact she was a healer; he doubted anyone actually expected her to fight in the first place.

Ren on the other hand... Well, if he was honest he did enjoy getting blood on his claws; there was a thrill to fighting, an adrenaline rush and pride of being the victor in the end too. If it meant he was protecting his daughter - and his clan, he supposed - it was well worth the effort. Flicking his ear, the cloaked marten joined his clanmates, acknowledging his companion hawk's presence with a nod as she descended from the trees, landing beside him.

Lessa would refuse to spar here, he knew, so he'd have to find someone else. Arizona had a point; have a buddy in mind. Well, together he knew he and his daughter would be a virtually unstoppable pair; two gray jedi on the field, watching each other's backs. Not to mention, she was more powerful than she knew. Yet she simply would not fight. "I'd say having a telepathic connection during battle, wouldn't be a bad idea," he offered up in suggestion, brows creased. If they could communicate silently, it was easier to act as one unit. "But I don't believe everyone has telepathy... And we'd have to learn how to shield our minds from enemy telepaths. But if we could communicate this way, on the battlefield, especially, we'd be more cohesive."