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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Mar 23, 2020 11:37:38 GMT -5
Jetpaw
SunClan Apprentice
The Sweet
"Articpaw" chirped a rather familiar voice from the entrance of the apprentice den. Jetpaw poked her head through, a grin on her her face "Hey sis, so I got to show you this move that I just learned! Want to help me practice?" Jetpaw was always looking for ways to prove herself, and her eyes one of the best ways to searve the Sun God was to be strong enough to carry out his will... by force if necessary. He blue eyes glimmered, her tail waving back and forth "I promise not to be to rough this time"
"Okay," Arcticpaw said, her words disjointed and airy and while her eyes weren't looking at Jetpaw, she had a twinge of excitement in her voice. That was the odd part of Arcticpaw, her body language was always off, most would think she was nervous by her response, when in reality she was excited for what Jetpaw was going to do. When she had first started training many had doubts she would ever be worthy of being a warrior. Anyone who so much as touched her would send Arcticpaw into a spiral of panic and tears. It was about hopeless to train her, but she had a remarkable ability for imitating moves. Watching someone perform a move once she was able to replicate the same attack in moments. Her quirk was she had to be told a fight was going to happen in order to not panic and while for training purposes that was great, if there was an ambush it was hard to say if she would be prepared or panic.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 3, 2020 17:12:29 GMT -5
Jetpaw
SunClan Apprentice
The Sweet
"Perfect!" he sister chirrpped dropping into a offensive crouch "This one is Sparrowflight's specialty!" she purred. Even though a lot of cats tried to down play her sister, she knew that Articpaw was actually becoming quiet a skilled fighter. She circled around waiting on the right opportunity as she leaped onto her sister's back suddenly in an attempt to grab her scruff
For being smaller Arcticpaw stood her ground well, her paws buried into the earth to prevent Jetpaw from pulling her down without more force. From being lower to the ground it was easier to have more of a foundation. Any light in her eyes had vanished, she seemed in the mode, focusing hard on not just seeing what Jetpaw was doing, but reaching out all her senses to observe her sister.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 16, 2020 16:46:11 GMT -5
Jetpaw
SunClan Apprentice
The Sweet
As she made contact with the other she-cat's scruff, instead of dragging her downwards, she wrapped her paws around her sister tightly. Jetpaw's front legs were under Articpaw's chest, and her back paws wrapped around her sister's back legs. However instead of mouthing her scruff in an attempt hold on, she released her mouth and began to nuzzle up her neck giving little feathered kisses toward's the she-cat's ear
The light in Arcticpaw's eyes returned panicked and uncertain as she let out a whimper. Her entire face turned red as she tried to pull Jetpaw away from her, but couldn't. She expected a certain roughness from combat that was firmer than the gentle touch that her clanmates gave to her, but this felt too familiar to the kind of touch she didn't like. She tried to turning her head away to avoid the gentle kisses the best she could. When she couldn't get Jetpaw to stop she knelt down in defeat, "Mercy?" She pleaded as nicely as she could, knowing that if she said something politely that people were more obliged to do as she asked.
