Tree
Fallheart and Petalsnap
Sparring + bonding
Moorlands
7
The air's stillness was odd for the moors. Fallheart had resigned himself to staying closer to camp. With the rogue still running about, and the memory of the attack on Pipertuft still fresh in his mind, he wasn't keen on adventuring too far on his own.
He glanced around a flat patch of ground for any rabbit or mouse holes, and pawed at the sturdy ground. "This area should be fine," he mewed to his fellow warrior. "So...did you want to practice anything specific? I was thinking about working on more defensive stuff. Protecting my neck, and all, you know?
Sprouted
Petalsnap was extremely pleased about having the opportunity to train with Fallheart. She had taken him for being shy, and suspected herself guilty of having scared or annoyed him at some point—or several—as a young cat. In any case, his exclusive company was rare, and she relished it for its novelty.
“That sounds good,” Petalsnap replied breezily as she trotted past him, tail upright and its tip bobbing with her steps. Once two tail-lengths separated them, she dropped into a stretch, where she remained for a beat, well-sharpened claws peeking from her flexed paws. She straightened and turned to face Fallheart, continuing, “I’ll be the attacker first. Do you want me to target a specific area, or should I surprise you?”
Petalsnap 🌼 WindClan warrior
Tree
Fallheart let out a slow breath as he got down into a crouch. He recalled everything both Aspenberry and Cloudflare had taught him, and tried not to imagine the grim reality wherein he'd have to use these skills. But in his chest, he knew it was better to be prepared than to be caught unaware. And he did not want to end up like the other victims.
"Surprise me."
Sprouted
Petalsnap understood the danger posed by the murderous rogue as well as she could, having never faced it directly, and it scared her as much as the next cat. This considered, Petalsnap found that having something to do with her paws kept fear at bay, and training was a part of her routine anyway, so to her, this session felt less like battle preparation and more a pleasant and mundane ritual.
She nodded. “Alright,” She replied as she widened and lowered her stance slightly.
“Three, two, one!” Petalsnap closed the distance between the two of them and executed a simple but quick and precise high strike with her left paw, aiming for Fallheart’s face. It was softpaw, of course—she wouldn’t dream of using claws on a clanmate.
Petalsnap 🌼 WindClan warrior
