ROUND 1//p, pepper

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  • *:・゚✦ SHADEPAW

    —— I need a gangsta | tags *:・゚✦

    Shadepaw was in a good mood - he'd come back from a successful hunt, and had been praised by many of his Clanmates. He hadn't been training long at all, but he seemed to be doing really great, and he was slowly regaining his confidence. Maybe he could put the whole 'rogue attacking him back when he was a kit' thing behind him, and just move on with his life. There was no reason to stay upset and bitter about it - especially not when he was doing so well now.


    His confidence led his paws in the direction of a certain apprentice - Pepperpaw. It had only been a few days ago since they had bickered, and Shadepaw longed to take the other apprentice down a peg. Today had to be the day, right? Deep down, he still felt a little nervous, but he ignored that. There was no way he could lose any challenge against Pepperpaw - what skills could the other tom have which Shadepaw lacked? I'm gonna make him look like such an idiot, he'll think twice before acting nasty to anyone again.


    "Hey, Pep!" the black tom called as he approached his denmate, wondering with an amused smile how he would feel about the nickname. "I challenge you to a spar! Loser has to clean out the elders bedding tomorrow." His green eyes gleamed eagerly - man, he really wanted to see Pepperpaw cleaning out the elders den. He really had set the stakes high now - he had to win.


    .Pepper.


    "Speech."

  • PEPPER



        - Pepperpaw froze as he heard the kit call after him. Happy and confident, with his amazing Dad who cared about him, a group he belonged to- what a lucky cat. The thoughts have arisen envy in the former rogue. A feeling so strong, so terrifying and so hurtful, it felt like a thorn stuck into his heart, and he had to keep bleeding. He scanned the kit with hateful eyes. Was he series? What, had he been training for like a few days? Did he really think Pepper didn't know how to fight just because he has just joined the clan? That was blatantly ridiculous. And he was about to show this kit, that the world does not revolve around him in any way, shape or form.


    "I'd think twice about that, kit." Pepper's fur bristled, eyes glinting with fury, claws unsheathing. He was used to sparring since he was three moons, and was the best- well, almost the best. Of course that stupid Spider had to make his Dad proud. Deno was supposed to love him, him and only him. He was supposed to be proud of Pepper, but Spider kept winning, and winning-


    Enough. Not anymore. He would never let anyone be better than him- because that cost him everything. It cost him family. And as far as he was concerned, that was everything he had.


    His tail fiercely swished from side to side as he got into a fighting position, muscles tensing in concentration as he remembered all the fighting styles he's been taught.

       

  • *:・゚✦ SHADEPAW

    —— I need a gangsta | tags *:・゚✦

    A smirk appeared on the apprentice's face as Pepperpaw seemingly accepted his challenge, though he was a little unnerved when he noticed that his denmate had unsheathed his claws. Doubt started to prickle at the small tom's pelt - if it turned out that Pepperpaw was stronger than him, Shadepaw ran the risk of actually sustaining some injuries during the spar. He hated to admit it, but he was quite cowardly when it came to situations such as this.


    It doesn't matter. The no teeth, no claws rule is garbage anyway, and if Pep here doesn't respect it, there's no reason for me to respect it, either.


    Shadepaw watched as his denmate got into a fighting position, muscles tensing. The black tom mimicked Pepperpaw's movements, green eyes fixed intensely on the other apprentice. He too unsheathed his claws, and even bared his teeth. For a few moments, Shadepaw remained completely still, taking deep breaths, silently reassuring himself that he would win against Pepperpaw, that he would prove his strength.


    Then, he ran swiftly towards Pepperpaw, approaching the tom from the left. At the final moment, he would then dart to the right, aiming to leap into Pepperpaw's side and to dig his claws in roughly, while sinking his teeth into the bengal's shoulder. He was determined to win this spar - he couldn't afford to lose.


    "Speech."

  • PEPPER



        - Pepper was somehow uneducated about those spar rules, and even if he knew them better, he probably wouldn’t respect them anyways. He watched the tom dart dowards him and shifted his position, feeling the other apprentice crash against him. Adrenaline streamed into his veins, because no, this time it would be different, this time he would win this fight. Shadepaw slightly threw him off balance, sinking his teeth into the shoulder that was previously injured. As the scars were disrupted, his memories rose up in his mind, the black cat, her determined look as she sunk her claws deeper and deeper- No. He would never, never let that happen again. His squinting eyes snapped open, survival instincts kicking in the form of unnatural energy as he sprung up, attempting to kick his hind leg into Shadepaw’s exposed belly, claws outstretching towards the tom’s face, hoping to manage a surface-level scratch or at least a simple pat to paralyze him with temporary pain.

       

  • *:・゚✦ SHADEPAW

    —— I need a gangsta | tags *:・゚✦

    The black tom grinned to himself as he slightly threw the other apprentice off balance - he had been hoping to have a stronger effect, but still, it was better than nothing, and he still had plenty of time to prove to Pepperpaw just how strong he truly was.


    However, he was stunned by the sudden movement of the other tom, as Pepperpaw sprang up, kicking his hind leg into Shadepaw's belly. The shorthaired apprentice held back a gasp of pain, green eyes gleaming as they glared at Pepperpaw. Before he had any time to react, the other apprentice had raked their claws across Shadepaw's face. The black tom quickly backed away before Pepperpaw had time to cause any more damage.


    He was surprised - Pepperpaw was stronger than he had expected. Doubt knawed at his stomach, but he forced himself to ignore it. So what if Pepperpaw was strong? It would just make the spar more exhilarating for Shadepaw, would just provide him with more entertainment, would make him more satisfied when he won.


    When he won. There was no losing this spar.


    He wouldn't let himself look like an idiot ever again.


    He leaped at Pepperpaw, aiming to dig his claws deeply into the chest before raking them downwards, attempting to put enough pressure on to the tom to unbalance him, or even better, shove him to the ground.


    "Speech."

  • PEPPERPAW



        - He didn't smirk, didn't grin as he succeeded partially. Never yell hop before you jump, that's how they say it? Deno never smiled, he always kept concentrated. He noticed the scratches through Shadepaw's face were pretty bad, but not nearly deep enough to cause permanent scarring. That was how you do things, or at least how he's been taught. He watched Shadepaw stumble back, getting stiff and preparing before the black tom launched himself at Pepperpaw again. He aimed for the chest, which was an odd choice. Pepper was a good fighter, but it was hard to deflect. He tried to keep his balance as he attempted to bite into the apprentice's paw, hoping to make him withdraw it.

       

  • *:・゚✦ SHADEPAW

    —— I need a gangsta | tags *:・゚✦

    The shorthaired apprentice was surprised, impressed even, at how good Pepperpaw was at keeping his balance - this guy was a lot more experienced than he had expected, and he was growing increasingly nervous. The terrifying prospect of losing this spar was starting to loom over his head, and although Pepperpaw, perfectly concentrated with a straight face, was doing no such thing, Shadepaw felt as though he could almost hear the other tom laughing, harshly and cruelly, for underestimating him.


    And then Pepperpaw bit down on Shadepaw's paw, causing the small apprentice to quickly withdraw it, surprised by the pain which rushed through it. Frustrated, the apprentice let out a deep snarl, the sort of noise which sounded quite unnatural to come from a small, young cat such as he.


    Perhaps he should had weighed up his options more, but Shadepaw was growing impatient. His black pelt was starting to bristle along his spine, and he felt almost panicked at this point - he had to win, he had promised himself he would never lose to another cat again, not after that rogue who had nearly taken his life.


    With no more thought given, he ran to the side of Pepperpaw, claws unsheathed, teeth bared, and aimed to leap on top of the other apprentice. If he succeeded, he would attempt to sink his claws into the apprentice's shoulders, and if he failed, he would at least try to clumsily rake his claws down Pepperpaw's side. As Shadepaw approached the apprentice, he knew that he should have planned his attack more, but he was getting angrier and angrier, and it was getting harder for the small black cat to think rationally.


    "Speech."

  • PEPPERPAW



        - Pepper remembered all the times he sparred with other trainees in his group. How thanks to Deno's training he defeated them one by one, sometimes leaving them horribly injured. How he was tasked to spar Spider. How his jealously and anger clouded his common sense and instead of fighting tactically, he went feral. How he had lost.


    Who knew, if he had defeated Spider back then, maybe he wouldn't be here. Maybe his Dad would love him more. Maybe his Dad would come for him.


    So now he was for beyond not letting feelings in awhile fighting. When he saw Shadepaw making one of the worse mistakes possible, he just gave a light smirk. Deno taught him to calculate every single step he took. That was why his dad was such a scary fighter.


    Pepperpaw took a sharp turn as Shadepaw attempted to tumble him down, feeling claws rake against his pelt but not even twitching. With a dead-eyed expression he tried to kick the other tom away from him, hoping to be able to pin him down if he was to get the higher ground. If he did get it, he'd know to act fast. Leaving your belly exposed is a beginner mistake.


    ( sorry for any mistakes I'm bad at this rip )

       

  • *:・゚✦ SHADEPAW

    —— I need a gangsta | tags *:・゚✦

    //it's ok I honestly suck at describing sparring/fighting anyway lmao


    Shadepaw hadn't expected his attack to go perfectly, but neither had he expected it to fail completely. He was kicked away from the other apprentice. Stumbling a little, Pepperpaw pinned him before he had a chance to react.


    For a brief moment, Shadepaw just looked up into his opponent's eyes. He looked so calm, so focused, and Shadepaw knew in that moment that he still had a lot to learn. He had been arrogant, cocky, overly confident, a plethora of undesirate traits, which had led him to challenging his denmate to spar before he was ready. But Shadepaw knew he wasn't completely to blame - he had been doing really well in training, and it had seemed pretty plausible to him up until this point that he would be able to beat Pepperpaw in a fight.


    This guy - Shadepaw didn't know where he had come from, what he had learned. This made him curious, but more than anything, it made him angry. Why was he so strong? Shadepaw didn't understand it. Doubt prickled at his pelt, and he felt his fur heat up with shame with the realisation that more likely than not, he was going to lose this spar.


    He knew he had to act quickly, before Pepperpaw had a chance to touch his stomach, but all the motivation and fire he had felt when he had first challenged the other apprentice had vanished in a heartbeat, swept away by the wind, torn away by Pepperpaw's sharp claws. Here, underneath Pepperpaw, he felt doubt, shame, embarrassment, and a hate which he felt not only towards Pepperpaw, but in a twisted manner, towards himself. He should have done better because he was meant to be strong. And yet failure was creeping up on Shadepaw as a fierce predator crept up on vulnerable prey.


    Forcing himself to act, the tom attempted to sink his claws deeply into Pepperpaw's chest, before slashing them quickly downwards, and would aim to wriggle free if that succeeded. His movements were clumsy and desperate, his green eyes not even focused on his paws but instead focused on Pepperpaw's face.


    He looked so sure of himself, as if he had never struggled in his life. Shadepaw knew that couldn't be true judging by the scars the other apprentice wore, but just... everything about the way Pepperpaw was acting.


    The sudden jealousy, the sudden desire to be more like this guy, the sudden desperation to beat this guy...


    Fury burned inside him.


    "Speech."

  • PEPPERPAW



        - Shadepaw's attack was successful, he seemed to have pretty quick reflexes at least, And Pepperpaw could feel claws rake against his belly. He knew that he was told he could die in this situation if the cat was trying to kill him- but this one wasn't, so he just let out a gasp of pain as blood begun slowly dripping from the scratches. Paralyzed by pain, he gave the other apprentice the change to escape before recollecting himself and throwing himself back at the tom, hoping to land on his back and throw him down before he could prepare his posture. It was all or nothing, and this was not a thing of pride, dignity, not cleaning out the elders' den- this was a thing of principle. Pepper didn't lose fights, ever.

       

  • *:・゚✦ SHADEPAW

    —— I need a gangsta | tags *:・゚✦

    The apprentice smirked as Pepperpaw let out a gasp of pain - finally his opponent was showing some signs of weakness! But he feared that the bengal was weakening too late into the spar - Shadepaw wasn't sure if he would be able to gain power over this situation. Pepperpaw really did seem quite unbelievably strong, which still confused and infuriated the small tom.


    For a few moments, Pepperpaw didn't move, clearly in pain, and Shadepaw quickly got out from underneath his denmate. He braced his muscles, ready to leap at Pepperpaw, but the other tom was faster, landing on Shadepaw's back. The small cat practically crumbled to the ground, letting out a hiss, followed by several desperate gasps for breath, stunned by his fall.


    He tried to free himself from the other apprentice, but he was too weak. His mind was full of dark, angry stormclouds. The black pelted apprentice dug his claws into the ground, clawing up clumps of dirt, imagining he was clawing at Pepperpaw's fur.


    But he wasn't. The bengal was on top of him yet again, winning yet again, and Shadepaw felt humiliated. His fur was burning with embarrassment - he had been so sure of his victory, so confident about his skills.


    But he had been wrong.


    Rage burned through the apprentice, but even his fury wasn't enough to let him rise to his paws again. He just wanted to sleep - or to beat someone up, both options sounded quite desirable given his situation.


    Shadepaw let out a growl, "This is getting boring, this fight is going nowhere. I'm going to go find my friends, so we can do something which is actually interesting." He waited for Pepperpaw to free him - there was no way he was going to try and rise to his paws again, and fail miserably. He'd already made himself look like enough of an idiot - the best thing he could do now was downplay his failure.


    "Speech."

  • PEPPERPAW



        - Pepper resisted the temptation to go for this cat's neck when he finaly had him pin down. To not give him a scar to remember- to realize it was a mistake challenging him. What he was doing went against everything he's been taught, but he didn't need to get into too much trouble. They were already bleeding. So he let go of the black tom, a cold glare as he got up, making sure he wouldn't try anything stupid. He licked his paws and groomed his ruffled fur.


    "You lost," he commented, a small smirk making its way towards his face. "And now you think twice before challenging me again, kit. But yeah, go cry to your friends. Remind them to not make the same mistake you did," he said with clear intention of upsetting the other. "I can see now why you would get those scars of yours. I bet you overslept your fighting lessons most of the time."


    Before the other tom would think of attacking him as a response, he swiftly made his way towards the center of the camp and into the apprentice den, ignoring his wounds. He would have to be a bit more vigilant for now though, he had other trainees play revenge tricks on him beforw.