Better than the Other [Tagged]

[Skiv]

Whitehare padded out of the warrior den. He stretched out his long legs and muscles. He just blinked his amber eyes in the light. It was early in the morning and he was ready to get out with his new apprentice. He was looking forward on testing the skills of the new meat. He hoped that Flintpaw was better and more worthy of training than his other apprentice. Whitehare headed to the camp entrance thinking on what he wanted to do today with the apprentice. He assumed that hunting would be the first step but Whitehare was in the mood for battling. He dug his claws into the ground before sitting down waiting for his apprentice. 


BigMable

[BigMable]

Flintpaw stretched in his nest and sat up. He puffed his dark gray chest with pride as he thought about how he would be training with Whitehare today. I'll show him how much better I am than that weakling Flamepaw, he thought with a smirk. He held up one paw after another and examined his sharp claws. I'm ready, he thought.

Flintpaw pushed his way out of the apprentices den and spotted Whitehare at the camp entrance. He stalked over and nodded towards his mentor.
"Good-morning Whitehare. What are we doing today?", he meowed cooly, his eyes narrowed to slits in the rising sun.

Skiv

[Skiv]

Whitehare just glanced at the apprentice den when he saw movement come out. It was his new apprentice Flintpaw. He stalked over and Whitehare just sat there waiting. He watched the young tom with amber eyes. Then Whitehare just dug his claws in the in to the ground and nodded to his apprentice before getting up not answering his question and padding out of the camp. He headed into the territory heading towards the training ground.

BigMable

[BigMable]

Flintpaw followed his mentor out of the camp, tail held high. He wasn't bothered by Whitehare not responding to him, knowing that Whitehare did not like to waste time on smalltalk. He walked along his mentor in a comforatable silence until they reached the training ground. Patiently, he waited for Whitehare to speak.

Skiv

[Skiv]

Whitehare upon padding into the training ground looked around. He then padded to the middle of the area and turned around facing his new apprentice. A smirk appearing on his face the toms low voice rang out to the other cat. "Attack me." And that was all that he said. He wondered how this apprentice would act on something like that. but he had the feeling that Flintpaw wouldn't hold back or question his motives. The tom just stood there waiting for the other tom to move.

BigMable

[BigMable]

Flintpaw tensed his muscles at his mentor's command. He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, trying to figure out what would be the best way to attack the large tom. Flintpaw was built for battle and he knew this, but Whitehare was an experienced and formidable wwarrior. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, he thought to himself.
Flintpaw rushed at Whitehare and aimed slightly to the toms side. He barreled into Whitehare's shoulder, trying to knock him off balance. As Flintpaw made contact, he opened his jaws and bit hard on his mentor's shoulder.

Skiv

[Skiv]

Whitehare watched as the apprentice calculated him out. Before striking. At least he wasn't one of those apprentices that were afraid of attacking their mentor. He just watched as the cat moved quite fast he felt the tom hit his shoulder. He soaked the shock easily and then felt the jaws come down on his shoulders. He just took a paw and hit the younger tom's front legs, getting them to knock out from the other toms body then he just used his strengh to pull away from the tom.

BigMable

[BigMable]

Making contact with Whitehare was like hitting a brick wall. The senior warrior had barely budged when Flintpaw barreled into him. Before Flintpaw could bite his mentor's shoulder, he felt his front legs knocked out from under him. He let out a hiss of shock as the front of his body fell to the ground. but thinking quickly, he used his momentum to tumble forward and he jumped quickly to his paws.

Flintpaw quickly reevaluated his opponent in his head. He decided to go with a full frontal attack. Flattening his ears against his head, he reared on his hind legs and swiped at Whitehare's face and ears with both of his paws. He hoped he would be quick enough to land a strike or two.

Skiv

[Skiv]

Whitehare watched as the tom used the momentum of his fall to get quickly back up to his paws. The large warrior just widened his stance ready to take what this apprentice had to give back. He was impressed by that move but didn't let it show on his face. There was no way he was give praise to this fur-ball yet. He had a long way to go that was for sure. The brown warrior just watched as the other tom reared back on his hind paws lashing out, Whitehare let the ear blow land and then thats when he moved forward with his own paw coming in for a hard strike at the cats shoulder.

BigMable

[BigMable]

Flintpaw felt a flash of pride that he hit his mark as he made contact with his mentor's ear. The pride quickly dissipated though as Whitehare quickly struck his shoulder in retaliation. His front leg buckled under the force of the hit and he growled in anger. Letting his anger get the best of him, he made what would probably be considered a sloppy attack move and thrust his whole body weight underneath Whitehare's chest, attempting to flip the large warrior over and expose his underbelly. As he dove into his mentor, he flipped over on his back and unsheathed his claws, ready to scratch, in case he could not flip him over. All rules about keeping your claws sheathed while training left Flintpaw's mind. All he saw was red and all he could think about was defeating the warrior in front of him.

Skiv
I am really sorry for the late reply!

[Skiv]

Whitehare just watched everything go down. He struck the tom's shoulder and the cat went down. He just then growled and then tried to move backwards, but the young tom seemed to move a bit faster. He thrusted his body weight against Whitehare and the larger warrior just used that to rear up on his hind legs. Even though that was a bad move with his underbelly being exposed he had no other choice but to fall over. So the tom then used his front paws and swatted at the other tom.

BigMable

[BigMable]

Whitehare had reacted easily to Flintpaw's move. As Whitehare reared away from Flintpaw's body, slam he stumbled and thought, I can't be so careless! Distracted, he didn't see Whitehare's paws coming down on his head. It shocked him how heavy the blow was. Slightly dazed, he ducked down and away from his mentor, dark gray ears flat back against his head.

He backed a few steps away and watched his mentor with unblinking yellow eyes, letting him attack first. Flintpaw was trying to take advantage of the few seconds to collect himself.

Skiv

[Skiv]

Whitehare knew the blow would be a lot of the tom to handle. Now that the warrior had seen what the other tom he could do it was enough. He came down and brought his tail up calling the apprentice to stop. He just said clearly and easily even though he was some what catching his breath. "Thats enough for now." He just then sat down on the sand. His amber eyes seemed to watch Flintpaw to see what the other tom would react to this. He just simply said, "That was a good start. At least your not afraid to attack someone head on. This can be good and bad in some cases. Why do you think I would take that kind of fighting approach?" He wanted to see if this tom was as smart as his battling skills.

BigMable

[BigMable]

Flintpaw felt a sense of relief at Whitehare's words that he could stop battling his mentor for the moment. I need to practice so I can get better! The young gray tom sat down in the sand a few tail lengths away from the warrior. He calmly held Whitehare's gaze as his mentor said, "Why do you think I would take that kind of fighting approach?" Flintpaw's tail swished back and forth across the forest floor. "It's better to attack head on when you are smaller and maybe even quicker than your oponent," Flintpaw meowed. "You can get in small blows here in there and they keep missing you," he added, hoping silently that he was correct.

Flintpaw suddenly looked at his paws, something that he usually wouldn't do. He seemed to find his usual boldness and finally meowed, "Whitehare, what do you know about the dark forest?" He looked up at the end of his question and watched Whitehare with steady eyes, seeing how his mentor would react.

Skiv

[Skiv]

Whitehare narrowed his eyes. His apprentice didn't seemed to have ears. but he just let that slide, because what he did say was very thoughtful on his part and very true. This apprentice seemed to be acting like a true warrior. Whitehare was glad that the young tom was talking this seriously. Whitehare just nodded and said, "Yes that is a good point attacking like that is good when battling a cat like me because I would be slower." Then he dug his claws into the sandy ground. His dark brown fur getting hot from the sun. "but when battling a cat faster than you I like to stay in one spot and let them come to you. Most of the time if you are ready for them the best thing to do is startle them to get them to slip up." Then he stood up and was preparing some moves to work on with Flintpaw. He look down at his apprentice and saw him looking at the ground. Thats when words poured out of Flintpaw's mouth that he didn't expect to hear.

Whitehare just blinked his amber eyes, slowly. He needed to say this right. He felt like the tom already knew what the dark forest was. So there was no trying to hide that from the tom. He just said in an even voice. "Actually quite a lot. Just depends on what kind of information you are looking for." The thing about Whitehare most wouldn't know is that he was quite smart. Almost too smart for his own good. He just didn't know if Flintpaw knew that he was a fully train warrior. His mentor was Nightfire. He just shook his head. Now that his training was over Nightfire seemed to treat him like she was his mother. He didn't like that too much but he knew that she had connections with cats there and thats what he wanted. She could provide him with information that he couldn't get on his own. but he was curious on what Flintpaw wanted to know.

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