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”
Birchflame |Timid Soul of Shadowclan|
Inwardly wincing at the sharp disinterested gaze of the fierce Molly before him, he could certainly tell that she was not pleased in the slightest to be there. Whether she was displeased in general or because it was him she was with in particular…he was not sure. Not that it made any difference at the current time. Subconsciously shuffling from right to left as she slowly circles around him, her piercing green gaze flickering over his form. Birchflame certainly felt inferior standing next to the Molly that was the best during his apprenticeship, he hoped he would at least learn a few things from a brilliant tactical mind like hers.
Ears flicking back as she factly disregards his question on where they should train, she made sense, but it also made him want the ground to swallow him up now. “Right….sorry” he quietly mumbles with a sheepish look on his features. Straightening his slightly slumped posture as she decides on the next course of action, orange eyes widening in dread as he was to attack first, to show her his fighting stance and to be defensive instead of offensive. She was about to find out just how much work she had cut out for her with him being her training partner.
Scrambling clumsily to his paws as he tries to keep up with her quick strides, she surely meant business! Flushing in embarrassment as she teases him, purring out that she would go easy on him, knowing his weakness in hand to hand combat. “Yeah…wouldn’t want to cause Juncostar nor Mercuryrose anymore problems” he quietly agrees, his observant gaze taking note in her precise crouch, ready for any silly maneuver he tries to make. Taking a deep breath as he stiffly takes the defensive stance, his legs a little wobbly from their locked position but sturdy enough to keep him on his paws.
It always confused him on how he should approach attacking first, should he attack head on or come at an angle? Sadly he did not have enough time to dwell on his next course of action as Crimsonsky demands he show her what he’s got. ‘Not much…’ he sarcastically thought before quickly launching himself head on at the fiery red tabby. Though he digs his claws into the hard soil at the last minute to dodge suspecting attacks from Crimson. What he didn’t account for was his right hind leg to give out do to his locked position, causing him to topple over from losing balance. Grunting as he quickly rolls away before rising sloppily to his paws.
The molly narrowed her eyes slightly a frown painting her face, as much as she hated people wasting her time she wasn't in the mood to argue with the tom as she wanted to get this done just as much as he did. "Whatever." She simply said before she started to circle the tom slowly her gaze shifting over his frame. "I don't see how we need to go elsewhere, this area is just fine with the amount of area we can manipulate" she said for a matter of factly before stopping in front of the tom her gaze not moving from his face.
She started to think of what would be the best and quickest route for them before she hummed softly. "I suppose I can let you attack for awhile so I can see how much work really needs to be done." She started before whisking away and going to the far side of the clearing not really waiting for them to say anything. "Don't worry I'll be gentle, I really don't need that kind of headache from Juncostar or Mercuryrose." She purred out in amusement before she crouched low as she watched the tom.
From what she could recall from their growing up the tom had always lacked in that department. Hearing what his mentor would correct him on and just his overall skills she was surprised he managed to scrape by to become a warrior. "I have my work cut out for me..." She grumbled to herself as she waited for him.
"Well come on Birchflame show me what you got." She called out her tail lashing slightly. When she said she would go easy on him she truly meant it.
Birchflame |The Kind Soul of Shadowclan|
‘Oh no! I am going to be late!’ The medium sized cedar brown and grey tabby tom thought as he clumsily rushes to his paws. Throwing a quirky grin and rushed apology over his shoulder to his father; Saplingskies. The poor lad had lost track of time conversing with his father, knowing there was times his old man felt left out and lonely. Birchflame felt the need to include Saplingskies in how his days were going even when most days nothing in particular happened. Though today was another story, today would be his first day in partnering up with Crimsonsky. He had no idea what he had done to Mercuryrose to piss her off, but it was duly noted! That’s for sure! Birchflame understood and even embraced his lack for offensive attacks. His lanky form only further proves what he already knew—he was not a fighter. Course he knew how to defend himself if needed, but that did not mean he could execute effectively. Shadeflower always did tell him that his brain was too big for his head—hence why he was always unsteady on his paws.
Birch could not help but feel his nerves creep on him as he reached closer and closer to his destination. He had seen Crimsonsky several times during his apprenticeship, watching her train to near perfection with her mentor. Many talk about how the fiery colored molly had an heart of ice and stone, Birchflame could not help but silently agree with them. He hated that Mercuryrose had assigned them both together as to him it seemed unfair to give Crimsonsky the advantage. Yet, he knew it was for the best as an obvious war was brewing between Shadowclan and Thunderclan. It was terrifying thought that a war could form over kits, that’s all it took now-a-days to proclaim war. Sighing through his nose as the lanky warrior finally slips through the small clearing of the murky swamp, where they had been assigned to train at. Letting his carrot orange gaze flicker attentively around the peaceful enough area.
Birch could just imagine that soon enough the area will be filled with his pain groans from getting tossed around like a rag doll. Ears flicking back nervously as he sees Crimson sitting in the center, picking at her teeth in boredom, her blank gaze having been locked on him since he arrived. Flashing her a small smile as he approaches her. ‘Might as well get this over with.’ With that in mind he pauses before her, clearing his throat awkwardly at the tense silence between them. Almost jumping at the sound of her voice, noticing her less than amused tone. “U-um yeah sure! Where would you like to go? Here or somewhere else?” He babbles out, flicking his tail in different directions as he talks. “What other things do you have to do?” He questions before realizing how he sounded. Flushing in embarrassment as he mumbles out a ‘sorry. “Practice or well a refresher would be great…” he adds as an afterthought. Oh how he wished the ground would just swallow him up right now, it would save them both having to listen to him.
Shuffling from side to side as he tries to avoid eye contact, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it already was. “Ahhh also sorry for being late…” Birchflame apologizes sincerely as that had not been how he wanted his first impression to be.