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stardance (I Imagine Bloody & Azura continue to meet every once in awhile for training; this thread is when Bloody finally calls it off after several moons because he was just promoted to Priest Promised. Obviously, we are set back in time a ways, but I would like to further develop their relationship when it's not so tense LOL)
Bloodypaw - wait, no, Bloodyrondo - was standing next to DayClan's white tree with a grin on his face like that cat who finally caught the canary. He had been Priest Promised for about a week or so at this point and couldn't wait to share the news with his training buddy, the DayClan she-cat Azura. It was bittersweet, though - now that he had a competent mentor and a lot more responsibilities then he used to, he would not longer be able to meet with her anymore. This would be the last time. At least the weather was fair, unseasonably warm, and the Sun was still high in the sky. He heard pawsteps rushing his way and grinned, then crouched down defensively, ready to begin their last spar.
She never could piece together why she kept coming back to train him. She despised everything he stood for. The tom was quite brainwashed by the Cult of the Sun to the point of rejected anything else. As with any Cult, they could only prove to be an enemy in the long run, but her she was, walking back to the White Tree to work with him again. Maybe she enjoyed working with an ambitious warrior again, or her subconscious saw herself in the tom. She sighed and shook her head. Whatever. She enjoyed it, and there were no immediately foreseeable consequences. Soon enough she was at the base of the White Tree, and Bloodyrondo was not in sight. He was never late. She unsheathed her claws and walked backwards up the tree to the first branch. She brushed off the snow covering with her tail and settled on it, waiting for him to make the first move.
Bloodyrondo observed little tufts of snow fall the the branch almost directly above his head. He had been hiding behind the tree and was also downwind, so it was no surprise that he had not been noticed, although he sort of wished that he had been. Azura was a lot better at climbing trees than Bloodyrondo. She knew this and probably climbed up there to push him. While she probably intended to get him into the tree to do an above-ground spar, Bloodyrondo had other ideas. He wanted to knock her down while keeping all four of his own paws on the ground. The ginger tom balled up a few snowballs as quietly as he could manage then fired two back to back at Azura's behind, "Get down from there and fight me, coward!" His voice didn't hold any hostility, though, and a smilie tugged at the corners of his muzzle.
(don't worry about how a cat can make and then throw a snowball LOL)
The she-cat hissed in surprise as the cold substance ball hit her back and exploded, covering her lower back in the cold powder. Her paws slipped on the branch as she frantically tried to maintain balance on her branch. She twisted her body at the last second and dug in her claws the best she could. The tree's bark caved underneath her claws as she curved slices into the tree. He wanted to fight dirty. Fine. She could do that. Azura glanced over her shoulder and saw the tom waiting on the forest floor below. She leaped from the trunk onto a branch directly over his head. Her landing shook the branches of the tree so that the snow that had gathered on the branched fell onto Bloodyrondo with audible thud. "Not happening."
Bloodyrondo narrowly dodged the worst of the falling snow, but it still hit his mid-back, making him slip and very nearly loose his balance. Now that Azura knew he was there - and his attack had failed - the only way he would be able to win this fight is if her joined her above ground. He sighed, stretched his sore muscle, then faced White Tree's trunk. This'll be easy. The ginger tom dug his claws into the tree bark and drug himself up to the branch Azura was perched upon.* He had actually improved greatly in the last couple of moons but was not as fast at it as Azura. His trail stuck straight out in the air as he used it for balance and deposited himself upon the branch, turning to face his DayClan friend, "Any last words?" He said mockingly.
*she could have moved while he was climbing & he wouldn't have noticed it. Or she's still there. up to you
She thought he would evade the falling snow. He was still quite a lumbering creature, but he had picked up on some grace, more than most cats of his stature. Still, he could only have so much. His tree climbing technique was rudimentary at best. Effective, but simple. When he began to climb the tree she continued her climb up. Whoever had the high ground eventually won these fights. Azura did not want to let her advantage go to waste. She was beyond that. Her claws silently scraped against the tree as she hauled herself up to even thinner branches. As much as she wanted to keep climbing up, she was running out of strong branches to leap to.
"Oh, you're no fun!" Bloodyrondo taunted from several branches below Azura. He understood that she was literally raising the stakes, but she would always have the advantage here, and they both knew that. Still, she was always trying to teach him something, so he gritted his teeth and continued to climb up after her. His climbing was actually a lot better now that he had more potential handles to grind: Instead of going vertical, he could just leap from branch to branch. His tail still flung around wildly as he worked on his balance but hey, he was making it, "We can't have a proper fight all the way up here. When I knock you off that twig, you stand a good chance of really dying."
"If you don't wanna fight, that's fine with me. " She settled down on her branch, her tail pretty much motionless besides the occasional tip twitch. Her eyes glimmered with some amusement with a flare of challenge. "I'll take the W, and we can move onto other things for today, hmmm?" She would bet her life that he would not just let her win or anything along those line. He'd probably jump 10 branches then and there to knock her off. "Fear is nothing to feel ashamed of. It's natural, my young apprentice."
Being called out for acting fearful was a trigger for Bloodyrondo and Azura knew it. He was a prideful to a fault and would never back down from a challenge, especially now that he had his shiny new title to brag about. What kind of Priest Promised would he be if he admitted defeat and climbed back down the tree? He was already half way up the blasted thing and Azura was just a fox-length or two from his reach. "Oh, that's real cheap." He taunted, lurching over a couple more branches, now only two or three below her. He looked down at the ground for a split second and felt dizzy, so he closed his eyes and counted to ten. He'd tried this move numerous times on lower branches and if ever a time was to take a risk, it was right now, on their final training session,"Don't underestimate me!" With that, he sprung upwards, totally airborne, then kicked off the side of the trunk like a Mario wall jump. He reached out for Azura with all four paws and prayed that the Sun God would let him stick a perfect landing without knocking the two of them out of the tree. They were pretty high up. Azura would probably land OK, but could he?
He had grown and become a better fighter, but he still had that pride. Or hubris. Either or would work to describe whatever he had. It wasn't entirely a bad thing. Only an extreme reactions pushes one beyond their own sense of reason, and he clearly had surpassed his own with that glance down to the earth below. It was perhaps the first time she saw the tom stop and think about something. Maybe her training did something! Azura smirked for a second, waiting to see if the tom would finally jump down.
Bloodyrondo failed to surprise the Kyonkiah when he went for the daring technique. He clearly spent time practicing it, props for that, but the technique was a big commitment, and Azura still had some space to go up. As he kicked off the trunk Azura leaped up one branch higher to rather thin footholds. She pressed her body into the tree to place her weight as close to the trunk as possible. "Not bad, pretty flashy. Gotta work on that tail though."
Bloodyrondo scrambled for purchase and found it on the branch that Azura had been standing on just moments ago. His tail was lashing wildly for a few seconds until he regained control of his balance and glared back up at Azura. He had been pretty light-hearted up until now but was starting to get really annoyed. It was obvious, and, honestly, predictable. For a tom like him to try so hard and not really get any results was a disappointment to say the least. He wasn't going to try that wall jump again, though, it was too daring and the branches up here probably wouldn't support it. In fact, he wasn't so sure that he would be able to get much higher himself. Bloodyrondo was a fairly large cat, not much larger than average but almost, and he was certain the branch he was on would snap if he put any extra pressure on it to do something like, say, jump.
It was a stale-mate. Azura had the upper hand in experience and size. Their spars usually ended this way but it didn't make the loss any easier.
"Alright, Azura, you win," He growled, smacking the side of the truck in the hopes of knocking lose from snow, although none fell and it made him look kind of like a baby even though he wasn't really throwing a fit, "Now come down from there, I've got some great news to share with you!"
She sighed a shook her head when he slammed into the tree. Maybe her teachings had done nothing after all. He still had the same core mental complex as he did when they met. The whole 'expect to win everytime' thing was old news, but it was still annoying to see the attitude persist. Perhaps it was just in his nature, some competitive spirit gone awry. Azura kneaded her claws into the tree. She knew that she should not expect it to change so quickly, but she was trying to become more of an optimism.
Her ears perked up at the promise of 'great news'. Maybe this tom finally made rank! It would be harder to do if he did, but all things evolve eventually. Azura snaked around the trunk of the tree as she jumped down to lower branches until she could start moving farther out. Her tail stayed centered on her descent, only swaying to one side when she needed to correct her balance. "Watch your tail. I shouldn't see it waving around everywhere. Only use it when you have to."
Bloodyrondo glowered for a split second at the scolding about his tail, but he did listen and leveled it without any complaint. It certainly made him feel a little more secure now that his whole body wasn't moving so much. It was a balancing act, really, he either had to be more in tune with his core or rely on his tail like a propeller to keep him stable. One was a lot more impressive and useful than the other. He made sure to commit that to his memory as best he could; There wouldn't be another time to relearn this lesson, at least not with Azura.
"So... where do I begin..." Bloodyrondo said with bated breath, trying to figure out the best way to word it. He was still of apprentice age and had always been easily excitable, especially on any topic relating to himself, "I'm sure Strik has already told all of DayClan that Foxstar stepped down. Well, yesterday Littlestar held the ceremony to select her Promised, and the Sun God chose me! My name is Bloodyrondo now!"
He meant to make a big impact but he really sounded like a kit telling his mother about how he won the most recent game of moss-ball. It would be hard to believe a cat his age was suited for the job but then again something about it just seemed... right. The fire in his heart had always burned bright but now it was blinding.
She had to hold back a laugh at Bloondyrondo's childish response to the advice. It just never got old, but he really did seem to take every little critique to heart. He had passion, quite a lot more than she ever had. That realization burned in her soul. What could she had become if she was as infatuated with her home as the tom before her? Part of her longed to speculate, but her mind ground her to the present and to him. If only he joined DayClan instead of the Cult he called home. She would not have to avoid her clanmates to train him, and they could have had a more traditional relationship. It was what she wanted, but Azura learned to respect the passion he had for SunClan, no matter how dumb it was.
A flash of annoyance appeared on her face upon the mention of Glowstar's SunClan name. Azura never understood why Glowstar had not yet renounced her SunClan idenity, Strikehedoniasomething-seomthing. She could never remember the last part. It was Foxstar's way of saying 'you're mine' and Glowstar just let it stand. Whatever. It was Glowstar's choice, not hers. She regained focus just in time to hear the last piece, and her jaw hit the floor. "Uhhh... congratulations!!!" Now she really doubted SunClan's judgement. He was dedicated, but a blundering idiot. "So, like, what's changed?"
"I'm in training to someday be High Priest of SunClan, picked by the Sun God himself," Bloodyrondo explained, grinning like a fool, he was much too easy to read, "My mentor is now Littlestar and I have my own private den now. Due to my age, I will still have some Warrior training but, mostly, I will be doing the job of a deputy... or, err, immortal council to you DayClan cats? Assigning patrols, making judgements, that kind of stuff. So..." He paused now, his grin fading a bit. This was the hard part but at least it came from a good development in his life, "... It means I won't really be able to meet with you anymore. Littlestar is watching me more closely than ever and I don't think she'd be happy to know I was getting special training with a DayClan cat."
Only in SunClan could an apprentice be the second in command. His youth and lack of any relevant experience would immediately disqualify him from most Clans, but where the Sun God ruled with his puppets on earth, Bloody was more or less perfect. He spewed SunClan propaganda left and right, and was the poster child for the pious, self-righteous SunClaner. Unfortunately, it added up. It as precisely why Azura hated cults. Oh well. Bloodyrondo's elation was clear... until the end. Azura was crestfallen, but her face only revealed half of it to the new Priest Promised. "Hmm... good thing too. I was just about done dealing with you!" She batted his nose with her tail. "I'll let Littlestar deal with your tail now, but she has to understand she's a replacement. Got it?"
Bloodyrondo didn't pick up on any of Azura's misgivings; he was too caught up in himself at the moment to notice the slight distaste register on her face, if it did at all. He dropped into a playful crouch when the DayClan she-cat swatted at his nose and swatted at her tail with his paw, "Of course! Oh, and my name's Bloodyrondo now, not sure if I said that yet. Pretty cool name, right? My mom picked it out, although she said I'd have to ask my dad was a rondo is, like that will ever happen... anyway..." He shot her a cocky grin and fluffed up his chest, "... I can't thank you enough for all that you taught me! I'll definitely have the edge against Littlestar, she won't even see me coming."
(I love Azura <3 ready to wrap this one up? we can go longer if you want, totally up to you
She gave him loads of crap for it, but she wished that she had half the self confidence of this cat. He was so self-assured and he didn't realize it. The gift and curse of limitless self-confidence (probably close to hubris) was almost uniquely his when coupled with his brash attitude. Most cats in DayClan had more self-confidence than Azura, and she credited that to where she grew up. The scar on the back of her neck burned at the memories. "Hmm... I've never been a fan of those two part names. Seems kinda slow to say all those words, but yours isn't bad. It's much better than Strikhedoniadalisay or whatever Glowstar's name is." Another reason why she could never live there. Names like that annoyed her to no end, but he seemed happy with it. She smiled and bopped his nose while he was in the crouch. "You know that you'll have to tell me how to beat Littlestar, right? I don't work for free."
(I have maybe one more thing? Azura has a scar on the back of her neck from when she was almost killed as a kit. Maybe Bloody can notice it? Azura would probably deflect it, but it could come back in the new thread as some unfinished business.)
"SunClan code number six: SunClan cats must have warrior-style names. Although I must agree with you in regards to Strikhedoniadalisay, only Foxbane could cook up a name like that, but, since she gave the name when she was High Priestess, it falls within the scope of code number one: The word of the High Priestess is law." He grinned, proud to flex his commandments. Azura had hardly given him any time to review the SunClan code with her during their times of training. Any time he did she'd launch an attack or change the subject. This time Bloodyrondo would spare her the headache and change the subject himself. Leaning forward, he brushed his cheek against hers, a very intimate exchange reserved only for the closest of friends, and replied with a laugh, "As soon as I know how to beat Littlestar, I'll be sure to share."
As Bloodyrondo drew away from Azura, he noticed a scar on the back of her neck that he had never seen before. She usually never let him close enough to see it and he couldn't help be ask, "What's that scar from, Azura? Seems awfully nasty."
That stupid code of theirs. How many times had she heard him recite it from memory? Too many. Way too many, but he truly lived by it and believed in its values. An idealistic SunClanner. Who would've thought they existed? DayClan cats rarely showed that kind of thing, instead opting for almost open borders and all that. It was not too much better, but cults didn't establish themselves in places like that. Azura opened her mouth to speak just as Bloody changed the subject. Perfect. He knew her too well, and she apparently didn't. She almost drew back when he leaned forward. She did not enjoy physical contact. It was a byproduct of growing up in the Coalition, one of the many she couldn't get over, but she did this time. His genuine exchange relaxed her, and she leaned into it a little bit. "You better. I didn't train you for nothing."
His next words silenced her. For a brief moment it was as if time stopped. Her tail stopped its swing. Her eyes stared into the distance. Her breath hitched. He noticed it. She took a few steps back a stared at the tom for another second before looking away. "It's nothing. Just something stupid from my kithood."
