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His patience was unnerving. It always had been. Ghazen's steely calm gaze stared at the cut up tree in front him as if it held all the meaning in the world. Then came his first strike, followed by another fierce claw up its length. The training hollow echoed with the screeches of his claws cutting through the delicate bark as if it were paper. He hadn't practiced like this in a long time, and it felt good. Muscle memory soon returned as he tried some more intricate weaves and rolled into his strike. Gradually, he felt his fluidity returning. His motions blurred into one continuous wave, until he tripped over his own tail. As soon as he stepped on it he sent himself sprawling to the ground. A hiss escaped his jaws as he rose to his paws once more. Shadowy bloody dripped from his face as refocused on the tree in front of him, ignorant to the cat who witnessed his spectacular fall.
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 Aug 1, 2020 9:21:54 GMT -5
Alabaster
SunClan Initiate
The Conflicted
"So that is why they have recruited you"out from behind the bushes emerged a rather small and puny looking black and white tom. His muscled slid under his thin skin and fur, making every one of his muscles movement's visible to the naked eye. A strange scent filled the air at his approach, his body slick and shiny with the cream that had been rubbed into his pelt to prevent the sun's rays from burning him.
Of course. The tom flattened his ears and looked over his shoulder to see the thin feline appear from the bushes. Ghazen knew this was another initiate, but that was about where it ended for him. Names didn't really matter to him. He knew his face, and that was enough. His ocean blue eyes looked to the tree and then back to Alabaster. "No recruitment." He drew two circles in the ground with his paws in the loose sand beneath his feet. One circle contained something like a Sun, the other contained nothing. Emptiness. Ghazen moved his dark paw between the two as if he were making a choice.
