PUSH ME DOWN || sparring contest

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    "SkyClan! I'm hosting a sparring contest! We could all use some fighting practice so I encourage anyone who is able to come and participate. Winner assuming your an apprentice, gets to miss out on a days worth of apprentice chores. If a warrior wins you can miss out on a dawn patrol or something, I don't know." He never minded getting up early or sitting down and doing chores, so he'd fill the spot in for whoever won for that day. He just hoped it'd be enough to catch cats eyes and get them interested. He knew SkyClan was a peaceful clan and rarely did they have to unsheathe their claws, but one day they'd have to. They all needed to keep their fighting skills up to date and well practiced.


    "I'll split everyone into groups, winners of the spars will advance while the ones defeated will watch. This will go on until there are only two winners left, and then the two of them will battle it out and whoever wins that fight... well yeah they win." He glances around the camp briefly before continuing. "Claws will be sheathed and of course we need to be safe. So if you'd like to participate please gather over by me."


    "speech."



    promise me no promises —— tags.

    She was familiar with sparring. Her mother had taught her and her siblings well. Or at least as well as Shark was able to retain information. And that was a matter for debate. Her jaws still ached as did her cheeks, but that didn't mean she couldn't spar. That just meant that she was out of her natural birth given tools. No claws and she alone couldn't use her excessively sharp teeth, hence her name Shark. But she would survive. She wasn't the most resourceful cat around but she had a few tricks up her metaphorical sleeve.


    Slinking up on stocky limbs she nodded in Berylbreeze's direction. He looked young, but Shark was a bad judge of age. And he definitely didn't look like some of the other Skyclanners she had seen. With his thick fur he looked better suited for, well, she almost wanted to say Riverclan, but that didn't seem right to her either. He just didn't look like he belonged. Although that was none of her business. For now she could just wait for more Skyclanners to show up so she could entertain herself.



    The tortie makes her way over rather quickly. Cornstalk was rather...inexperienced when it came to sparring. She just never has been in the situation to need the skills. SkyClan was typically peaceful, and being home with humans was a nice cop out if the situation ever arose.


    But Corn didn't want to be useless, either. At least, any more than some SkyClan cats may already think. So she makes her way over with curiosity gleaming in her eyes.


    "I'll join in."


    Ever since his injury, Juniperpaw had been working his ass of tomato himself a sufficient fighter, so... trying out his skills didn't seem like such a bad idea. Dark-green eyes swept over the cats- Sharkscar and Cornstalk, as well as their wonderful announcer Berylbreeze- and he nodded to himself, skulking over in his usual 'don't talk to me' manner. The tiredness in his eyes that had so often occupied them was all but gone, only a hint of fatigue left, and for once he was feeling rather satisfied with his sleep schedule. "I'll take part," he commented in his usual uninvitingly curt tone, his whiskers briefly twitching as he concealed well-hidden excitement.