betrayed : spar training

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    The ivory beauty knew that with all the new guards Caledon had promoted, she'd have to make her own place from the rest. Risking the slash across her chest to open up again, she still refused to allow herself to melt into the background. "Bloodclan! It's time to sharpen our skills during this harsh leafbare. Gather around if you want to spar, any age, claws unsheathed of course." A dangerous element lingered in her booming words, honeyed voice laced with venomous dedication. Silently, she'd await for members to pool around her.


    / consider this her monthly activity thread <3

    Cheerily, Mimi would skip on over - her tail high in the air and her eyes as closed as possible against the harsh light. "I'll join in!" she'd state simply, her lopsided grin morphing ever-so-slightly into something just a bit darker, just a bit more unhinged. Stopping and sitting down to wait, the albino munchkin would check herself over - after all, she didn't want any of her ribbons and bows to be lose, lest they snag or rip or worst of all - get dirty. After finding them all secure and clean and good, she'd hum cheerily to herself, now checking over each of her bird-talon reinforced claws - and yes, again, all were present, secured, and well-cleaned.


    "Speech."

    "AND ALL I HEAR ARE THOSE FLEETING TWEETING NOTES THEY CARRY AWAY," && reincarnation of FREAK

    the violet textures so van gogh

    your hands have always held their own — tags

    Slowhand would slink forward from his previous crouched position. He had been practicing how to hunt once again seeing as how he had a major handicap with only three legs. He hadn't had much of an opportunity to socialize with Mary so this could be a good chance to meet the older guard. The tom would smile as he thought of all the useful tips and tricks she could teach him. He was always welcome to learning and gaining more experience so sparring would be a good idea for him to participate in. So with a pleasant smile he would speak, "I'll join in too. I could use the practice." He'd add on the last few words for no particular reason other than the truth. He had no mentor so taking any chance he could get to train would surely help him in the future. With a glance down at Mimi he would take a mental note to keep his claws sheathed, unlike during sparring matches that the guards held together.


    The idea of training and sparring was unnerving to him since being introduced into a new world like this. The idea alone just made him freeze and perhaps that was a normal reaction but seeing her muzzle move and speak of claws being unsheathed for training the young tom was a bit hesitant. Pain was not something he was used to and he wasn't sure how the response would be from himself. Slowly he inched his way closer only because his sister was here and he allowed his cold and intense eyes to fixate on Mary whom was taking the stand here and asking about who would want what training. Slowly the male sat back and he glanced over to Slowhand, lowering his head a bit as he flicked his tail in greeting but only thusly before he looked back to this strange she-cat before him. Breathing in slowly he merely waited to see what would happen as no words were needing to be said currently.

    SPIDER

    LOVES THE NIGHT / BLOODCLAN


    The male would stroll forward and pause. Eyes flicking over the group and then landing on his mother. I will join. But, I want to spar you, mother. Was he going insane? No. He simply wanted to prove his worth to her.


    speaking

    Ruth padded over next, stopping beside her brother and pressing her nose to his shoulder in greeting as she normally did. Turning towards Mary, the young tortoiseshell gave her friend a pleased smile. “This is a good idea Mary,” she said. She was about to ask the guard if she wanted to spar but her son beat her to it. Ruth decided she wouldn’t deny Spider the chance to dual with his mother, so she turned to Slowhand instead. She figured she should find a partner considering Dualeyes was still recovering and most likely would not be joining them. “You and me?” she asked her brother.


    ( Noted! )


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