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  • silverhaze-----

    don't let my kindness fool you for weakness,

    i'm just as wicked as the devil


    The more the days drag on, the more Silverhaze finds herself slinking out of Bloodclan and toward the battlegrounds, fully intent on sharpening her combat skills so that when the times of war and strife come -- and they will -- she will be ready, capable, powerful. Before long, she will begin to yearn for a litter of her own and it'll be her responsibility to protect it, from whatever and whomever might come between her and them.


    Morning breaks over the edge of the field as she enters it, the wintry sun spreading a soft white light over the snowy ground. Silverhaze wastes no time in inviting an opponent. Standing firm with her tail raised, the femme tilts her head back and lets out a series of calls, summoning a rather particular cat for a battle - deerstep . She had once promised the apprentice a spar, so the young blood could learn the ways of combat and how to dance to its melody.

  • She had to heal. She had to be strong, just like momma and Ruth. The healer apprentice was suppose to be dabbling in herbs and such but her intellect was far superior of any other young warrior or apprentice alike. She almost had as good of a grasp on it as Waspwing herself. Even the ebony tabby knew her potential, she had said it herself. And now she was prowling towards a certain maine coon she had grew to like and admire: Silverhaze. Her call beckoned the scarred fawn molly upon statuesque long legs. On the bright side, her injuries were almost fully healed and she was determined to learn the ways of battle and war. "Silverhaze," She began anxiously and sauntered up to the warrioress, "I'm ready. Please show me, show me how to not be weak anymore." The girl pleaded stubbornly, planting her ivory paws upon the soil firmly.



  • silverhaze-----

    don't let my kindness fool you for weakness,

    i'm just as wicked as the devil


    Silverhaze gyrates her head to the right, eyes swiveling in an effort to meet the visage of Deerstep whence the fawn tainted she-cat makes her way onto the battlefield. Haze smiles half-heartedly, listening to the lyrics that fall from the girls lips like venom would a snakes fang. Her words drew the silvery goddess in, smile turns to ruin as a demented grin is fabricated upon angelic features. It was always a pleasure to be accompanied by the healer's apprentice, however today wasn't just another day tangled in a web of herbs and potions. Instead today, Deerstep would be learning how to defend not only herself, but her clan. Silverhaze hoped silently that the young one had come prepared for a fight.


    "I thought you wouldn't show." Silverhaze teased, gifting Deerstep a wink before her body rotates efficiently so that she was now aligned with the other female, her towering figure undermining the girls for a moment. The two were about two tail lengths away from one another and Haze was quick to ready her defenses. She would first teach Deerstep how to tame her body, learning the defenses that were suitable for her was important to a successful fight - however, sometimes you won't always be able to prepare yourself.


    Large, broad scapula's roll forth, bringing with them muscle and fat to better the thickness of her throat so that way her most vulnerable parts were protected from any attacks that targeted her windpipe and other vital organs within the thorax. First step of all battles, make sure your prepared for every move your enemy initiates. "Now Deerstep, do as I am. Prepare your defenses according to your body, listen to the way your own muscles move and which defense tactics work best for you." Silverhaze breathes softly, yet sternly. Her tail begins to align with her spine now, as each of her legs move outward to better her balance and toes splay so that now she has more traction and control. "Watch what my body does, the defenses it preforms to further my chances of survival against any enemy that comes my way." Haze feels her claws sink into the soil beneath her, while her ears lay flush against her skull in such a way that they won't be torn off or ripped. "Defenses are important, although sometimes you won't always be able to utilize them - which we will get to that later, if you're still willing to learn." Silverhaze smirks, waiting for Deerstep to figure out her defenses.

  • Vengence fueled the wildfires of rage roaring within the young healer, scorching everything in it’s fiery path without remorse. Deerstep would not flee, she would not cower anymore. Despite her puny stature as a kitten, she was beginning to grow into her long beautiful legs. Robust and powerful limbs like that of her mother due to their caracal roots. Now, she just needed to know how to weild the weaponry and potential she so possessed. Velvety soft ears pivoted towards Silverhaze as if trying to engulf every single one of the words falling from her ebony lined lips. Defense. The girl pondered for a moment, as if savoring the words within her mouth before really processing them in the way the silver mistress had instructed. Her ivory dipped paws moved fluidly in order to shift her gravity to her advantage, using her insticts to predetermine the stance in which it’d be harder to sway her balance. She then tilted her crown slightly, not allowing as easy access to her vulnerable throat area followed by extending her razor sharp claws. She’d rarely use them defensively, only being use to them toiling in the soil to soothe her anxiety. “I think.. I think I got it.” The healer’s apprentice spoke hesitantly, uneasy by the dramatic change in her body language, no longer submissive as she had lived all her life. And yet, she’d embrace it now.



  • silverhaze-----

    don't let my kindness fool you for weakness,

    i'm just as wicked as the devil


    “I think.. I think I got it.”


    Silver temptress examines the way Deerstep's body slowly begins to manifest itself into a predatory stance. However, as she was a beginner, her defenses were mediocre - not very good. Albeit, this wouldn't sway Silverhaze from going forward in her practice, knowing she would be the best fit for someone of Deerstep's stature and physique. The giant warrioress takes a beat, watching as the dust settles around the two and the wind stills for a moments leisure. Finally, Silverhaze breaks the silence between the two after a moment, her muscles quiver in ease as she begins to shift her muscles so that now her body is lower to the ground. Evenly balanced upon all fours the babe gives no warning, deciding to further her teaching to enhance the body's reflexes. The goddess wanted to see how the girls reflexes were, if they needed some work, or if they were well tamed enough to move forward with her practice.


    She was ready...


    The two were a few tail lengths away from one another, and after Deerstep got into position, Silverhaze charged. She sought to close the distance between them, attempting to come at her head on - her quick reflexes and slim figure utilizing speed and agility techniques rather then brawn and strength. Paws pounded against the ground as she moved, just as she would get close, Haze hammers her chest cavity forward and attempts to smash the bottom center of her chest directly into Deersteps snout, hoping to disarm her or stun her. If this attack was successful she would then lift her left forepaw, only to bring it down hard upon the girls right forepaw, wanting to crush her toes in such a way that would pin her or paralyze her movements by firmly pressing her weight onto pressure points in the phalanges. Silverhaze's crown gyrates forth, jowls ferocious and wide as she aims to hammer her fangs into the back of the girls scruff, just where it mets the base of her skull. She wanted to try and pierce Deerstep with her fangs, seeking a better grip and gain control of her head. Now, thundering British vocal cords of Haze rupture with serious intent, "show me what you would do to get me off of you Deerstep! Do your worst!" She hissed between bared ivory fangs, eyes glittering with sheer delight. She wanted to get the healers blood boiling, just a bit, she wanted to see what truly lied beneath that weak and fragile body of hers.


    "Speech"

    Attack in black


    ooc; this was shitty and rushed af! sorry bro xD Khaleesi started fussing real bad x.x