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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 7, 2007 19:45:45 GMT -5
The apprentice relaxed when Darkheart complimented him, having expected him to shout angrily at him. Maybe he should stop expecting that so much, it seemed the leader he had feared for so long wasn't exactly all too much to fear when it came to his clan members. When the question of how to defend himself was asked of him he took a minute, looking down at his paws as he worked the sequence of events out in his mind. His head will be at an awkward angle, he can't aim for anything higher than your legs without having to let go. So chance your whiskers and lift your paw to claw at his eyes. He'll have to let go or rip your whiskers out, pain will probably make him gasp and heighten your chances.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 8, 2007 10:25:16 GMT -5
"That would probably work," Darkheart said, nodding as he pictured the scene. The anonymous opponent of Darkheart's imagined fight would have to let go or be blinded - to any sensible cat, the choice would be obvious. Darkheart wondered silently what would happen if Gold won a fight. Would he let his opponent run off with some major injuries but nothing too disabling? Or would he kill the other like so many rogues enjoyed doing? Darkheart hoped his apprentice would stick with the first, but didn't hope too much. RogueClan had become void of morals and compassion in recent years. Cold Darkheart wouldn't be considered truly evil soon, and that was saying something.
"And now why don't we switch the positions again? If I had used that move, what would you have done?" He liked this exercise, this one-person, two-sided fight that they were drawing out. It was a good way to start thinking from you opponent's angle, which always helped a cat not underestimate their foe.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 8, 2007 15:57:18 GMT -5
A proud grin was threatening to slip past his lips, he believed he was doing really well for his first session with Darkheart. He didn't want to disappoint the elder cat. His head went down to study his paws once again while thinking of a way to answer his leader's question. It was a difficult question. Two answers could be given. One would make him look possibly weak, the other would look like either a risk well taken or a foolish daredevil trick. He decided to go with a risk well taken. I would have let go of your whiskers immediatly and tried to grab your paw with my own to knock you off balance seeing as you'd be leaning to one side to try and catch my eye. You would probably only stumble so I'd take that chance to try and pounce on your back.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 9, 2007 15:12:56 GMT -5
Darkheart smiled approvingly, telling Gold, "very good." He looked as if he was about to say something more, when suddenly he darted forward. His claws were sheathed, but he was dangerous anyway. His keen eyes had picked up that Gold was much more relaxed - this was simply unacceptable. Darkheart had been trained never to take down his guard so thoroughly that he was always expecting to be attacked. It had served him very well in its turn, and it was the leader's opinion that every mentor should teach this awareness to their apprentices; a Clan was much better off with warriors who slept still listening. He attacked Gold head-on, not a tricky move at all. It would be easy for the apprentice to block if he was able to get ready quickly enough.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Dec 9, 2007 15:22:40 GMT -5
This time Gold let the grin slip past, extremely proud of himself. He was completely relaxed and his tail was now running lightly across the ground is a slow lashing movements. When Darkheart suddenly sprung out him he let out a yowl of surprise and fell onto his back under the might of his leader. His eyes were widened with surprise and he was hissing, throwing out three of his legs to try and keep his leader at a distance while his free front forepaw pulled back to swipe at his opponent's face.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 9, 2007 15:41:16 GMT -5
Darkheart backed off, not interested in actually fighting. He had a tiny smile, and he laughed quietly. Kinder than most evil cats, Darkheart still had a black sense of humor. He watched Gold, sitting down as if this were some form of entertainment. "Always be ready," he reminded his apprentice, a teasing ring to his voice. Gold was much better than apprentices who hadn't had any experience, but it was good to know that Darkheart's teachings would be of some use.
OOC: Not exactly a great post xD sorry.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jan 14, 2008 23:17:50 GMT -5
.i can never stop myself from falling over.
OOC: Yeah, sorry. I realized I was making him a little too experienced, though he had seen all those fighting moves in the battle..
Once his far larger leader got off him he let his shoulder relax slightly, but kept his three paws sticking out in the air still. His body was still in shock from the unexpected attack and he didn't want to leave himself unprepared...again. He waited until Darkheart spoke again before he rolled over onto his side and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Was it safe or not? A teasing tone wasn't always a safe tone, and even if it was considered safe he still wouldn't trust it being used by Darkheart. Okay. Be ready. Check, it's officially remembered. Now what? Should I go try some oh-I'm-so-nice then go all pouncey-ninja-kitty on Shade's tail?
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 16, 2008 21:22:03 GMT -5
"Sure, why don't we end this practice session? But you are experienced enough for more than playfighting. After a quarter-moon of training - hard training, understood? - you and I will travel into Clanner territory, maybe pick an tiny fight. Sound good?" There was a sparkle in Darkheart's eye, one of anticipation and laughter, and a smile the belonged to easy times. That smile saw mostly the light of a peaceful green-leaf, a time without fear or Touslepelt. That rogue had brought the forest to pieces, and Darkheart was beginning to see how badly it would work out in the end; not just for the tortoiseshell but for RogueClan as well. The direction his thoughts had taken wiped away the brief glimmer, but the enjoyment stayed. Darkheart was an evil rogue, sure, but he still loved to train apprentices and entertain himself. He was a normal cat, but with a slightly darker heart.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Mar 11, 2008 20:08:22 GMT -5
.i can never stop myself from falling over.
Gold let loose a small purr and nodded enthusiastically, obviously delighted by the thought of having a serious fight. A small rustle on their left side sounded, keeping his imagination from going wild about the future event. He was up on his feet, balancing on his toes as his needle claws slipped out and dug into the biosphere rather quickly, eyes looking around in every direction wildly. A small squeak was all he heard and he relaxed again, letting his fur lie flat.
Well, I'm definetly jumpy enough. You sure got me on my toes, Darkheart! He chirped good-humoredly, blinking in a friendly way before dipping his head respectfully and turning to pad away back to camp. His body froze for a moment before he turned his head to ask, Hey, I heard on the vine that most apprentices have to bring their clan food. Do I have to do that? I mean...we're indepent right? If I have to I can do it, I mean, Omen taught me and my sisters how when we were still kits so it wouldn't be a problem.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 14, 2008 15:34:09 GMT -5
"If you wish to hunt down food for your Clanmates you may, but there is none of that sort of rule here. RogueClan is about freedom and independence... if I make you hunt for the elders, what would they do all day?" He finished with a bit of a laugh, partly because the Clan had no elders and partly because he was just simply in a good mood. In most cats, good moods make the feline nicer. In Darkheart, he just had more laughter in his eyes. It turned him, if anything, into an even darker feline - but one with a sense of humor. "And remember, stay on those toes." He dipped his head curtly to his apprentice and turned around. His stomach was telling him to go find a bit of vole or something before returning to camp.
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