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"Okay, can you show me again one more time, Wy? I think I'm finally getting the hang of this."
Beneath the cool, fluttering shade of a willow tree on the bank of the river, two young warriors were reviewing some of the most basic fighting techniques in the shallows of the crystal clear water. The smaller of the two, a scrawny white-footed black she-cat, watched with intense and determined focus as her partner, her older brother, walked her through the steps of the Underwater Push-off again. As a full-grown warrior, practicing such simple and elementary Waterclan skills would almost be embarrassing, and actually not even knowing them even worse so. For the longest time, it had been daily life for the sickly feline; too humiliated and arrogant to admit to anyone that her medical condition had limited her to knowing how to splash water into an enemy's face, instead of actual battle moves she could use to protect herself. It had taken Tinybreath a while to even admit it to Wyverndelirium, her own family, though she was relieved and delighted to receive an offer for tutoring instead of mockery.
Following along with his teaching in her mind, she nodded, though squinted briefly as her gaze caught the reflection of the afternoon sun's rays from the other side of the canal; completely blind to the familiar figure watching from the opposite bank.
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Swangrace frowned, her muzzle scrunching up in worry as she spied discretely on her siblings' training session; her amber eyes closely following every move her younger sister made. As one of the oldest in the family line, and one of the few without kits of her own, the fluffy silver tabby had taken it upon herself to keep a close eye of her younger siblings, especially her two youngest sisters on her parents' orders. Those two of all cats didn't deserve the setbacks that Starclan had given them, and every time she saw them she feared what might happen if they weren't careful. She couldn't let her mother go through the emotional turmoil of seeing her kits barely cling to live again. Not again. Never again.
But something was different now. No matter how far back she searched her memory, Swangrace could never remember a time when Wyvern had taken such a deep interest in a family member before. He had always been content to be by himself; lost in his own, separate world. Something had changed here, and it worried her. Hense why she had called upon a few of their other siblings as soon as she discovered their secret training hollow. Perhaps they knew something that she didn't.
"You've almost got it down," the ginger tom replied encouragingly. His tail swung in a relaxed, low arc, and his ears aimed forward to focus on his sister. "The tricky part is just the landing - you have to decide what you want to do before you jump, that way you don't seem quite so awkward. Are you going to try and make some distance, or go in for another attack?" Wyverndelirium crouched down in the water again, his tail rippling through as it continued to wave, and backed up a few steps so he was covered completely. He held his breath for a moment; the element of surprise always helped with this trick, but the water wasn't churning enough to conceal him, and she knew he was coming anyway. He darted forward and lunged up again with a powerful push off the bottom, throwing himself into her. He hooked his paws around her neck then twisted in the air and fell, dragging her down with him.
"See? They look fine. I don't know what the fuss is all about," Chimerahunt grumbled. The ragged tomcat lay on his side within the undergrowth, examining his claws and paying very little attention to what was going on around them. Sticks and a few small pebbles dug into his thin coat and irritated his skin, and he shifted, vainly trying to free himself from the stabbing. He was having one of his so-called "good days" when he wasn't quite as bad - he was motivated to get up and about, certainly, but he was as bitter and sharp-tongued as ever. Of their group he was the one who knew Wy best, which was to say very little at all, so he had seriously doubted Swangrace's story was true and had opted to tag along.
He was starting to regret that now, and he suspected everyone was quickly growing tired of his attitude as well. Good. He didn't care.
Post by Honeystorm on Oct 20, 2018 14:45:02 GMT -5
"Of course they look fine, I don't think it's their appearance anyone was questioning." The dusty orange feline's tone wasn't condescending in the slightest, though at face value, her words might be taken as such. Rather, the elder sibling appeared particularly thoughtful, but a touch perplexed, all the same. "I'd have to say it is unusual though, wouldn't you? Neither Wyverndelirium nor Tinybreath are the most social of us." Thunderstorm had to admit a touch of surprise at the interaction, and not only because of it's oddity. The hazel eyed she-cat was usually known for her tendency to be quite friendly and sociable, if a touch obsessed with her own experiments, not unlike Wy with his inventions. It was a bit bittersweet to notice how out of touch she had become with her own family nowadays. If she'd become oblivious enough to miss such unusual circumstances as these, what else had she been missing in recent moons?
"I think I'm going to have to agree with Chimerahunt here. I don't see why this is a big deal." Though her general appearance, a feline of vivid orange fur with green eyes like summer leaves, fit that of her relatives, the Guardian could hardly be more different, and it was... unexpected that she'd shown up, to say the least. Even with Tinybreath being concerned, these days, it seemed like Rustyheart hardly ever spoke with her sister since her promotion from warrior, let alone the rest of her relatives. Not that it was too surprising. She'd isolated herself from others since kithood, and as far as most of the family was concerned, she most likely had a grudge against them for their part in keeping her confined during her youth. Unlike Tinybreath and Wyverndelirium, the she-cat showed no signs of a change of heart, at least, if the scowl on her expression was anything to go by. She observed her littermate and older brother from the corner of her eye, mood only seeming to grow worse the longer she watched, until she finally looked away, focusing on the siblings around her with an irritated huff as she dropped into a sitting position with a faint thud.
The young she-cat nodded, taking in every bit of advice her brother had to give her. She appreciated the way that he taught her the move step-by-step, rather than all at once; small, separate movements and ideas linked together to create a result that would overall benefit her - not all too different from Wyverndelirium's own inventions. It was a bit of an unorthodox way of teaching, but it was a way that both of them understood really well. They were learning together, in an odd way. Seeing him prepare to demonstrate the move on her, Tinybreath tensed her muscles for the inevitable pounce, all the while keeping a acute focus on every motion the larger tom made while underwater. Despite being prepared for it, the eventual splash did startle her a bit, though she barely had time to register the surprise before she felt herself being pushed into the water. After a few moments Wy's grip on her released, and the pair swam back up to the surface, scattering droplets of water across the bank. "I thnk...I get it now…" She chuckled in-between pants for air. "Now...it's my turn to try."
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The older silver tabby huffed in disapproval at her younger siblings' lack of interest, frowning. "Oh, can't thee two beest serious for once?" She questioned in a harsh whisper, staring two at the duo. "Doest their sudden change in personality not seemeth strange to thee? Thee two knoweth them best, after all." After a moment Swangrace turned away from Rustyheart and Chimerahunt, sighing as she exchanged an exhausted glance with her more sympathetic sister. But as she opened her mouth to say something to Thunderstorm, the sound of splashing water turned her attention back towards the opposite bank, where she noticed the pair in question swimming in the water with bright smiles. "It's very much strange..." She mused out loud, "But almost in a valorous way. I don't bethink I can ever recall seeing the two of them so joyous ere. But it's strange all the same, therefore I sayeth we question the partners in training of their intent."
He pushed her down under the water, tapped her with a paw as he let go, then swam upward to the surface again. He emerged into the shallows and shook out his fur, then nodded in excitement to her. "You've got it this time, I know it!" Wyverndelirium promised. His wide grin of encouragement was infectious; then he tapped her on the shoulder and ambled a few steps away to examine some of the flowers near the shore. His back was conveniently turned to her as he took a sudden, keen interest in his task.
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If he had to have someone's support... well, Rustyheart wouldn't have been his first case, but he supposed she worked as fine as anyone else. At this point, he didn't really care whether they believed him or not. Just as he suspected, Swangrace would not be put off so easily. "Look, like you said, they're having fun. Why do you want to ruin it? Besides, you act like they're never happy just because they don't spend time with you. Wy loves to hang out with me," he muttered with a trace of doubt and bitterness. Yeah, okay, maybe he wasn't always the best brother, but Wy knew that. They were close as siblings could be, they just... didn't know anything about each other. Some things were private, okay? A lot of things. Most things.
