Posts by Opacity

OOC: I'm Opacity, new here but not to forum RP or RP in general!

Meet Kestrelspeckle. A pessimistic tom with a hard head and a reluctant attitude against anything but food. Will a warrior or two be able to get him to open up to them, or even make some new friends or more than that? Oh, maybe.

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Kestrelspeckle sat on a fallen log by the warrior's den, the bark's snow draped hue making him stand out like bright lichen against dark slate. He tried to catch a wink of sleep in the dawn's rising, but the new sun against the stupid snow and the lack of shade from the tree he was by was bright, even with his eyes closed. Plus, it was crazy windy up in these altitudes. He had thick enough fur, but even with his tail wrapped around him tight and his pelt fluffed up more than a goose's, he was still could. And hungry, but the remaining prey was cold and inedible by now. Most of his mornings started out like this. Today was no different.

It wouldn't be too bad if he had any friends. But most of the felines in the entire mountain were either annoying or dramatic, or both! Or those she-cats that would swoon at the slightest word of a tom, or those toms that would act up like a brute at the slightest accidental slip of the tongue. He took in a whiff or two of the camp to find out if any felines were nearby. Kestrelspeckle knew others may find him as arrogant, but in his mind, though he didn't want to admit it, he longed for a friend or maybe even a mate? He truly did. He just needed someone to find that out for themselves.

I could be Wildpaw's mentor in Snowclan as Kestrelspeckle. That sound good? c:

Yes, but can it be private please? Don't want replies to get crazy. xD"

Oh? It doesn't show up.

It worked for the other, but not me. :/ I tried posting it on the overhead, yeah.

Here, I'll start the thread. |D If that's alright.

Kestrelspeckle sat tall and stern in front of his tabby apprentice, Wildpaw, his dimmed swampy eyes focused on hers as he cleared his throat. "Okay. Would you like to learn about battle techniques or battle tactics? I'll make an exception and you can choose." he meowed in a low tone of voice. Almost everycat knew how to hunt, and there was enough snowshoe hares in the fresh kill pile to last, so it would be a waste of energy and time to teach that this time. Plus, he had special tactics no clan hardly ever used, and he was in the mood to spar and shape Wildpaw up. She was a bit hefty.

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Kestrelspeckle nodded, already having ideas in mind. "With cats with short fur, claw attacks work fine, but fang attacks prove to work better; you know, biting. You can easily tear through their fur and leave a large toll of damage on the cat." Kestrelspeckle instructed, licking his canines. He had thick fur, so claw attacks hardly phased him. "The move called the 'Lock-On' is a very effective but forgotten move. You bite onto a cat's tail or paw and you don't. Let. Go. Your front paws are also free to try and claw the enemy." he bit the air and shook his head, to demonstrate what it would look like.

The cold air hit his saliva warmed teeth and it immediately brought stinging pain to his bared teeth. He quickly shut his mouth and growled, cursing the mountain's cold temperature. He showed pain, in front of his apprentice, as he was putting on the tough impression! His ears burned with embarrassment, but he pushed it aside.

Kestrelspeckle's right ear twitched with annoyance. "No. But you understand what to do, correct? Chomp on to a limb and don't let go until the enemy begs for either mercy or retreat. Alright?" he asked her in a snappy tone, growing slightly impatient. With a pause of thought, he shrugged. "You could also throw in a growl, if you want. Scare them." he grunted. "Anyways, the good thing is that you can use it on any kind of cat, except if they don't have any limbs or tails. But that won't happen because that's impossible. If you have to use claw attacks, make sure the cat has short fur. If the enemy has long fur, claw at the face and ears." Kestrelspeckle instructed, getting up to all fours and stretching.

He backed away a few tail lengths from Wildpaw. "Now," he grinned slightly, flexing his claws against the icy ground, "lets spar, hm? See how well you've listened to me. Demonstrate that move."

"You have to learn from experience, Wildpaw. Don't worry, I'm certain you won't harm me Wildpaw." Kestrelspeckle softened up a little, sheathing his claws and offering her a little smile. He understood how frightening the first move learnt can be. "It won't be dangerous, either. It's fine. After this move, I'll teach you some more easy stuff, alright? The Lock-On is just a basic but strong, important move. Do you understand?" he asked her with a curious tone in his voice, standing straight and looking at her expectantly, his long earthy tail swaying to and fro, stirring up snow from the ground.

Kestrelspeckle gave a pleased nod and stared at Wildpaw for a moment, trying to find out what she was feeling. Fear or excitement? That was another key to winning a fight. "Begin." he meowed in a low tone, giving his tail a lash as a signal to run and grab for a limb. He'd hope she'd be more of a fighter then a hunter. Most cats hunted. 'Maybe she'll be an exception.' he thought to himself wistfully as he prepared himself.

Kestrelspeckle tensed up and let out a small "sssss" as he tried not to cry out, biting his tongue as he thrashed about, trying to kick Wildpaw off of him. But due to her sturdiness and thickness for an apprentice, he couldn't throw her off. The more he tried, the more skin her teeth would peel off. "That's the use of this move; the more your opponent thrashes, the more you clamp on; he'll be hurting himself!" Kestrelspeckle meowed through clenched teeth. Wildpaw seemed hesitant to bite hard, harder that is, and Kestrelspeckle could twist out of her teeth if he wanted to. He yanked back his leg and kicked Wildpaw in the head with slight force, blood from his leg dripping onto the snow. "Remember, this is just practice. In real battle, the enemy's safety isn't really your concern. Your safety is. And if you don't clamp on hard enough, that cat can do some real damage if he takes his leg back and kicks you real hard." Kestrelspeckle huffed slightly, catching his breath as he whipped around, facing her. "And don't forget to claw, too."

"It's okay. A mentor's job is to train their future warrior to be a supporter of the clan. Even if I would be in pieces by the time I'm done training you it'd be worth it. Job well done, Wildpaw." Kestrelspeckle meowed quietly, his chest swelling a little with pride he didn't want to admit he had. Being a mentor was going to be rewarding. He coughed, trying to bring up the tough act again. "Ahem. Seeing as you're stronger then you are fast, I'm going to focus on your strength. The next move to learn is a simple one: the pin down. Use the strength in your legs to stand up, then put all your weight against your opponent as you fall on them and pin them down. It'll knock the wind out of them and leave them pretty tired as they try to squirm out." he instructed, walking over to a rotted log. He stood up on his hinds and wobbly balanced as he demonstrated.

"Pretend this log is an enemy." he gestured to the log as he slammed against it with his weight. The soft, rotting wood broke slightly under his weight. "See?"

(OCC: I can't help but join in. At last, a long roleplayer. *o* )

Kestrelspeckle lie on his usual log outside of Snowclan camp, watching the wind pick up snow and vanish. It was a particularly windy day in Snowclan territory, but he guessed that's how every day was, really. At least it wasn't super sunny. The sun's light against the snow was enough to blind Kestrelspeckle, yup. The windd was explainable. They were on a mountain anyways. Kestrelspeckle was more used to highlands then mountains, but ever since a group rouges from lower altitude drove him up to Snowclan, he decided to stay. Can't beat the ready food in the fresh kill pile.

He peered his eye open to see a fellow clanmate, Violeteyes, walking a little ways away out further into the territory. He'd never really met her. And obviously sitting on his log wasn't going to make him any friends. Forcing himself to get up, he found himself following her; he never caught up, but stayed the tail-lengths behind her.

Kestrelspeckle had to squint his eyes; the snow brought by the wind would land in his eyes and blur his sight slightly. And it did it at the perfect moment, right when he could hear Violeteyes faintly shout. He saw two blurring, dark shaped figures and assumed they weren't friendly. When they lunged for Violeteyes and they went tumbling down a hill, Kestrelspeckle went bounding after them.

"Hey! What's the matter here?" he shouted with his ears flattened as he slid down the hill on his paws.

'Starclan, that's cold.' he thought to himself as the snow slid in between his paws. But that wasn't too important right now. He could see, halfway down the hill, that she was in need of some help; and some rouges were in need of some beating.

"There, that works. And we're at higher ground, so if are enemies are coming up the mountain, we can run down, pick up speed, and ram into them! It'll most likely knock them out or send them tumbling down. It's called the tackle." Kestrelspeckle explained. There was two concepts of that move. Using it regularly, with even ground, and then the tackle. "It's risky, though; you might go tumbling down the hill as well, or knock the wind out of you. But it's effective on a smaller enemy." he sheepishly added, with a shrug.

He thought for a moment. "You know what. Lets learn about battle tactics and I'll throw in some moves along the way. Does that sound okay? Do you understand?" Kestrelspeckle suddenly felt bad for saying 'do you understand' far too many times. Did he take Wildpaw as clueless as a kit? 'Of course not!' he answered himself mentally, waiting for Wildpaw's response.

(OCC: I know. I don't mind it, but really? They don't get the clue when I type 3 paragraphs and respond with 3 sentences.)

'Woah! Sudden wind guts, hm? Challenge accepted.' Kestrelspeckle thought to himself with a little smirk as he ran down the hill. He could only see Voieteye's, well, violet eyes, the stains of blood on her and the dark felines as they went after her as she side stepped. "I'm coming, Violeteyes!" he called out to her, deciphering which enemy to get first.

He figured this was a good time to practice what he preached to his apprentice Wildpaw and try tackling one of the rouges. Due to the speed of the wind on his back and running downhill, he gained a considerable amount of speed. With his shoulders facing the dark intruder and muscles braced, he rammed into one of the two.

His shoulder ached quite a bit after the force of the tackle, but surely the rouge was more damaged. He hit the flank of the feline, anyways. He or she would be completely winded, the wind knocked out of them. 'Got one of them off of her back.' he thought to himself as he pinned the cat down, spitting and putting up a tough impression. "I can hardly see you, Violeteyes!" he meowed in a coy tone, hoping she got the message. She could run and hide in the snow, escaping or waiting to ambush her enemy. Use it against them.

Kestrelspeckle sat on a high pine tree's branch, his paws dangling off the edge as he lazily scanned the territory of his clan. It wasn't a windy day, but it was quite snowy. It obscured his view slightly, but he could still see the things on the ground. The bristles of the tree didn't really bother him, due to his thick fur. Plus, the dark bark of the tree blended in well with the earthy tone in his fur. He was well hidden. He felt very content. But a small wind gust at his height brought in an unfamiliar scent. A new scent.

He blinked, thinking he smelled wrong. Perhaps it was that Blacksmoke fellow, who was skeptically quiet. But what did he know. He didn't know him, so Kestrelspeckle didn't jump to assumptions. He squinted his swampy eyes, gazing over the snow. As he did so, he caught the sight of a feline figure it seemed. A gray blur. He had already came into contact with too many rouges, so he was very suspicious. His fur bristling, he slowly etched his way to the end of the branch, preparing to jump down and confront the feline if necessary.

But maybe the feline would do no harm to him or Snowclan? Maybe it was a cat pending to join. Perhaps he needed a different approach. With a sigh, he turned around and hopped from branch to branch, shaking snow off the bristles of the pine tree as he made his way down the tree.

(OCC: Ah, another long RPer. I've struck gold. ;u; )

Hopping of from the last branch of the pine tree, he walked away from it slightly, sitting a tail length away from Blacksmoke. He said no work but examined the black hued she-cat, who seemed to be expecting kittens by the look of her swelled stomach. Kestrelspeckle twitched his whiskers with amusement as he tried to lick the tufts of matted fur away, to no avail. He took notice of her pale blue eyes as well; she seemed not to be any harm to them. But a warrior's job was to stay on guard. "State your business, please." he meowed in a low tone of voice, behind Blacksmoke, he peered at her as he spoke.

He truly didn't mean to intimidate her if he happened to give off that impression, which he assumed he did. He softened his expression as he awaited a response from the queen or Blacksmoke.

Kestrelspeckle paid no mind to Blacksmoke but gave him a small uninterested nod as he listened to she-cat. "A small clan, huh? Then a terrible rainstorm and a forest fire, my." Kestrelspeckle tried to say in his most serious voice, though he was charmed by her nervousness. There was no need to make something up. 'I'm not really concerned about how she got here anyways.' he thought to himself with a shrug.

Kestrelspeckle pushed the thought out of his head and walked up to her where Blacksmoke was, sitting beside him and wrapping his pluming dark tail around him, covering his paws. "Well you're in luck.
Snowclan is pretty excepting of new felines, and they will certainly spare you in sympathy due to your expecting of kits. "I will come with you to escort her to the camp, thank you." he nodded courteously in response to Blacksmoke's offer, standing up and whipping the snow off of his tail. The snow was beginning to fall harder, and it collected on his head, which he shook off. Better get moving before a blizzard kicks in, which was not uncommon up in the mountains. "The snow is falling hard. Lets go quickly."