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Post by pookakin on Sept 9, 2014 13:13:33 GMT -5
It took her a moment to remember what Firetail was talking about. Oh, yeah, the spring & roll. Right. I am not moving too fast today, am I?
Redpaw glanced over Firetail. Silly- she was overthinking again. She would need to judge her opponents size in a snap on the battlefield. Nervous, she dropped and rolled. It wasn't perfect, but wasn't a botch job, either. After her first turn she dug her back paws into the ground and sprung, landing on Firetail's back. She slipped off moments later. It felt pretty weird to jump at her own mentor.
Did she do well? She turned towards Firetail, ears pricked.
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Post by Twilidramon on Sept 9, 2014 13:45:32 GMT -5
Firetail quietly gasped as Redpaw landed on his back - even with a lack of prey, she was getting heavier! He was relieved when she slid off of him.
"You did fine," he assured her. "The transition between rolling and jumping is a little tricky... but I'm glad you've got the basics."
He stretched and put a little distance between himself and Redpaw. "Let's try a little sparring," he offered. "Nothing too tough!"
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Post by pookakin on Sept 10, 2014 9:36:47 GMT -5
Redpaw perked up with Firetail's praise. Maybe she would stand a chance in a battle!
She watched him pace away. Sparring didn't sound exactly appealing, but she wasn't going to argue. Trying not to look reluctant, she straightened up. "Okay." She said, eyeballing his paws. Would he jump first?
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Post by Twilidramon on Sept 10, 2014 13:33:46 GMT -5
Firetail was the first to strike - he wanted Redpaw to focus on her dodging, after all. Though before it had seemed like he hadn't had much energy, the idea of sparring with his apprentice did give him a little energy. He lashed out with one paw - a simple maneuver, and he made sure to telegraph his attack.
I'll start slowly, he told himself. Give her a chance to react - then I'll get faster.
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Post by pookakin on Sept 11, 2014 19:27:58 GMT -5
It was easy to spot Firetail's swipe. Was he tired as well? Redpaw skittered backwards, narrowly avoiding his swipe.
She shouldn't over think this. Thinking of their practice that day, Redpaw rolled to the left, then made a leap towards Firetail, aiming for his back. He might predict that, with all the practice they'd done, but she was going to roll with it.
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Post by Twilidramon on Sept 12, 2014 12:47:31 GMT -5
Firetail spotted her rolling, but failed to notice her leap as he got on all four paws again. With his back to her, he didn't sense the attack until her paws landed on his spine. Firetail let out a shocked yelp and landed on his belly in the dust, legs trembling. He mustered all his strength, embarrassment prickling in his pelt, and pushed out from underneath Redpaw.
Dust was settling across the training field. The sun was beating down on Firetail's spine. He panted, waiting for Redpaw's next move.
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Post by pookakin on Sept 14, 2014 14:16:57 GMT -5
Redpaw was just as startled as Firetail was when he toppled. She hadn't been expecting it to work quite that well- what now?
He scrambled out from under her, obviously winded. An opening? Breathless, Redpaw fought the shaking in her back legs and took another leap at Firetail. If it went as planned, she'd hit him in the side and knock him over again.
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Post by Twilidramon on Sept 15, 2014 11:50:58 GMT -5
Firetail had hardly gotten a moment to breathe when Redpaw burst from the dust. Her quivering paws were outstretched, and Firetail yelped as she slammed into his side. He landed hard on the ground, knocking the breath from his body.
"Ow..." he gasped.
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Post by pookakin on Sept 17, 2014 10:21:48 GMT -5
Redpaw had probably overdone her leap. "Ah- are you okay?" She squeaked. The activity had left her even more drained than before. Concerned, she wriggled off Firetail to give him some space.
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Post by Twilidramon on Sept 17, 2014 11:30:51 GMT -5
Firetail gasped, pushing himself up. He took a moment to get his breath back - thankful that he would have the chance this time. He looked at Redpaw, embarrassed. He was a warrior - this cat's senior by seasons! How could he possibly let himself be defeated in such a humiliating way?
It's this blasted drought, he growled inwardly. The lack of prey... it doesn't even seem like it's clearing up, even with leaf-fall coming.
"I'm fine," he breathed. "Just hungry."
It was a lame excuse - but it was the only one he had.
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