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.