With the h threat of war between Shadowclan and Thunderclan hanging so thickly in the air, the need to ensure that everyone's skill was more up to par then usual was high. Those who normally weren't a fighter was expected to train with someone whose skills were more advance then the other. Being the latter of the two Crimsonsky wasn't really excited when she was tasked to babysit Birchflame. She personally found the task to assist the tom in being a better fighter was a waste of her time. Why have someone potentially get in the way when the war between the two clans ensue? Wouldn't it have been better to have the strongest warriors going into the battle then the weaker ones? Granted she found the reasoning for said battle to be utterly stupid. Why make so much over kits who's mother died and the father was willing to take care of them despite what clan they may be.
She felt like there were much better things to waste their energy one like for instants, renly and his companion. Seeing as everyone had someone die at their paws in their act of murder she was questioning Juncoberrystar's leadership in some way. Granted she wasn't really in the mood to argue with anyone about her concerns. Letting out a bored sigh the ginger molly marched toward the murky swamps, not really caring if the tom was following her or not.
Once reaching the middle of the clearing the grumpy molly turned on her heels her bright blues narrowed as she impatiently waited for the tom to hurry up. "Birchflame lets just get this done and over with. I got better things to get too today. What exactly are you not understanding about fighting? Do you want to just do a practice fight or are you wanting to show off your skills or what?" She drawled out, taking a seat in the middle as she picked at her teeth with a claw. Clearly bored with this already before it had even started.
Birchflame |Timid Soul of Shadowclan|
Ears pressing against his skull in defeat and embarrassment as he hears her growl in frustration. He knew that she was right, he almost had it but as usual came up short. “I-I’m sorry! My leg gave out…” Birchflame lamely explains. Scoffing to himself for giving her an excuse he knew she did not want to hear. Shaking out his cedar brown and gray tabby pelt, getting rid of clumps of moss from him. At least the moss had cushioned his tumble and roll. Pressing his lips tightly together anxiously as he hated seeing her glare at him in pure frustration, he tended to have that affect of many who tried to teach him. Sometimes Birchfame truly believed that his mentor had just passed him, not wanting to have to deal with him any longer.
His carrot orange eyes flicker over the cold and mostly unapproachable fiery ginger molly. His ears swirling in her direction as she begins to instruct him, reprimanding him for thinking too much and not relaying on his primitive instincts enough. “But!” He begins, feeling compelled to explain himself. “That is easier said than done. It’s not like I can just turn off my thoughts just like that” Birch complains. Grumbling to himself as he tries to figure out how in the world he was suppose to move like the wind or river. It was hard to imagine her moving like that when she stood tall and strong, unmoving like stone. Taking a deep breath to quell his nerves, getting into a proper stance for offense.
This time, not giving himself time to properly think or allow Crimsonsky to pinpoint his weaknesses. The medium sized lanky tom sprints forward, knowing that Crimson was more experienced in the art of fighting, he needed to level the playing field. Once getting close enough, his orange eyes connect with her green once’s before he flicks a small amount of moss in her eyes. Not enough to completely debilitate her, but enough to irritate her sight and lessen her guard as he goes to attack her side. Due to his smaller frame, speed was his best offense. Using his bony shoulder to shove Crimsonsky off balance, though he did not account for his momentum.
Causing him to topple down with her. Grunting as he lands on top of her, shaking his head to clear his mind before realizing that he had fallen on top of her. Tensing as he could only imagine the hatred in her eyes, refusing to look her in the eye as he smiles nervously. “I need to work on slowing down I suppose” he smiled sheepishly as he awkwardly begins to raise up off of her. “Sorry about that”