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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 6, 2007 21:51:37 GMT -5
Darkheart sat at the asigned meeting place for his apprentice's first training session. He planned to do a quick overview today, then starting with fighting. He knew that Gold had fought and hunted before, but he wanted to tune up the fighting aspecially.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 26, 2007 0:05:38 GMT -5
Through a pillow of mist the flame-colored tom burst through, muscles straining outward in a leap for his own 'dramatic effect' before he slowed down to a halt before his mentor and leader. He held his head high, the usual cocky aura around him. His unhappiness about their new alliance didn't seem to diminish it one bit as he finally sat down, tail curling neatly before his paws. Cinder eyes looked at him intently for once, actually wanting to listen. He'd had training from Omen before and had learned to listen. Lucky Darkheart.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 26, 2007 0:09:41 GMT -5
Darkheart inwardly sighed at this dramatic show, which, in his opinion, was completely pointless, but said only, "I know that you have fought and hunted before, but I don't know how well and praticed you are. So, please catch a mouse." He yawned, watching the golden tom, his sharp green eyes watching for any flaw in form.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 26, 2007 0:42:19 GMT -5
Gold only flicked his ear at the order, wanting to complain about how simple and offensive it was, but he didn't. His body rose then went into an easy hunter's crouch. He kept still, mouth open and auds erect until he caught the sound and scent of a mouse searching for stray seeds. Piece of squirrel. Paws stepped moved forward in four simple steps before he jumped soundlessly and landed on the startled mouse. Claws dug in and dragged it toward his mouth, ending the creature's life with a flick of his tail. Like he'd said. Piece of squirrel. He took the dead mouse in his jaws and padded back toward Darkheart, dropping it at his paws. Am I practiced enough?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 26, 2007 16:27:41 GMT -5
"Yes. I assumed you would be, and I am not disappointed. And now, of course, there is fighting. I am fairly certain that you are able, but there is never good enough when it comes to a RogueClan warrior. I myself still pick fights for practice." Without another word, there was a streak of black and the small leader had attacked the apprentice, claws halfway out of their sheaths.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 26, 2007 16:51:24 GMT -5
Chest was puffed out proudly at the praise for a moment before returning his attention to the black leader. Fighting... Now this was something he prided himself on...as if he didn't not pride himself in anything... But he was unprepared for the attack from such a close distance. In an instant thorn-sharp needle claws had slipped from their sheaths, but it wasn't fast enough. The great Darkheart had, indeed, pinned Gold.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 26, 2007 17:15:22 GMT -5
Darkheart stepped away from his apprentice and growled softly, "Always be prepared. That is something I will reinforce until you grasp the concept. You never know when to expect an attack, so be constantly wary." He licked a small scratch from Gold's claws on his shoulder, and then meowed calmly, "Attack me."
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Mar 15, 2007 17:26:36 GMT -5
When his mentor let him up his flame-colored ears flopped awkwardly sideways, tail flicking before he got to his paws. He listened to his words and began to stalk back and forth, front overlapping his back in an almost intimidating way. To a young rival apprentice or cowardly warrior this might seem menacing, but to his leader it probably looked beyond stupid...shall we say immature?
His mind wraveled around the best attack procedure, tail lashing as he continued his little 'battle dance.' Midturn he faked a left and aimed for the right, but changed things a bit. He used his forepaws to hold himself while his hind legs came out toward Darkheart's face in a buck.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 18, 2007 16:13:51 GMT -5
Darkheart was confused by this idiotic dance, and about to tell Gold off for it, when suddenly he was being attacked. As back claws met his face, he dodged and the backed away. It looked as if his was retreating, and green eyes shown in the darkness. Then suddenly there was a rush of black as he attacked his apprentice straight on, wondering how the apprentice would ward off a more skilled, though not much larger, cat coming at him.
Darkheart had liked the little dance, now that he thought about it. A weak warrior would be intimidated, a strong one would find it so ridiculous that they would think Gold to be just some stupid apprentice, and then let down their guard.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Mar 18, 2007 18:18:15 GMT -5
Though Gold's attack may have been a 'good one' it had a major downfall. He had to twist and turn before he could do anything to defend himself. While his leader seemingly backed away Gold slowed down the process of setting himself straight, but then he was coming at him. He scurried to face the front, but wasn't fast enough. Darkheart met his shoulder and Gold could only try and do a halfcocked jump to try and swing at him with his free paw.
OOC: it's like when you try to jump, but your leg is held down so you know you're going to fall, but you don't know what else to do so you just hope you might bring the other person down with you. If that makes any sense? (yes, I have done this before. my friends and I do many stupid things)
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 19, 2007 21:03:29 GMT -5
OOC: got it... sorta.
Darkheart was dragged down as Gold fell from his jump, and rolled to pin him down. This apprentice was better at fighting than most apprentices, but then again he had been fighting for a while already. Darkheart liked Gold... It was refreshing to not have to teach basics.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 27, 2007 22:38:02 GMT -5
OOC: I'm picturing it as Darkheart is somewhat laying on him with his paws pinning down his shoulder, am I right? Correct me if I'm wrong.
When the gold-pelted apprentice found himself pinned under the greater strength of his leader he began to panic. The strongest side of his body, the left, was being held down by paws with claws pricking into his shoulder. He began to writhe, paws not aiming to make a mark at Darkheart, but to try and fight out of his grasp. The ground underneath him made this hard though, his paws scrabbled madly at the forest flooring trying desperately to find a nearby tree root to gain leverage, but it was in vain and he was forced to make a lame attempt to reach out and snap his jaws at Darkheart's ear.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 2, 2007 17:31:52 GMT -5
Darkheart jerked his head back, but not quite in time to get away from Ice's jaws. His whiskers were caught in as teeth snapped closed. He continued to pull back, his mind not quite able to stop his head quickly enough and suppressed a growl as his sensitive whiskers were jerked. He took his paws off Ice's shoulders, his green eyes narrowed in fake anger.
OOC: Basically, he can't move his head very far away because Gold has hold of him by the whiskers. Oh, & sorry about the really short post....
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 3, 2007 18:46:02 GMT -5
OOC: got it, and, this is Gold. the lovable bouncy ball of fur =]
Gold wasn't surprised when he didn't meet his mark, but was surprised when he felt felt a small jerk come from inside his mouth. He realized when Darkheart released his shoulder what he had ahold of. A cocky grin came to his face and he tightened his jaws, but only for a moment as he noticed the anger in his mentor's eyes. Immediatly he opened his jaws and lurched to his paws, taking a step back and lowering his head respectively.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 6, 2007 20:00:07 GMT -5
OOC: sorry! I meant that 
Darkheart laughed. "Nice. I hope that in a battle you'll go right through and use that to your advantage. Tear a cat's whiskers out and they'll flee like a mouse." He was very glad that, although he had been faking rage, Gold had let him go. Being held by the whiskers was not a common thing nor something at all pleasant. "Can you describe to me what you'd do if we had switched places there? If I was actually your enemy?" He was interested to hear Gold's ideas because this was a situation where right and wrong were loosely defined. Every cat had a different touch to the same basic skills, and that was something Darkheart couldn't mechanically teach his apprentice. The black leader himself had a mastery of many, many moves, some of which he had taken from others and some of which he had made up himself. It was important to be able to improvise on the spur of the moment - without quick strategic thinking, fighting well was impossible.
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