[White] [Frost] - tagged

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Ooc: Skiv and Falcon. Could have written more however didn't want to powerplay so yeah c: I left it open.

The warm GreenLeaf wind carried the salty scent of the ocean across the golden sand dunes while the hot heat that was usually problematic to some cats, didn't affect the slender tom at all. His tall body moved with a lethal grace and he seemed to float across the sand over to the joining of the water and the land, paws flirting with the waters edge. The sunlight lit up a beautiful pelt - an undercoat of white encircled with dark brown rings and spots along his hindquarters and legs. Blue eyes that matched the ocean stared out of a serious face as it raked the warm landscape.

SunsetClan was his home and he would trade it for nothing.

The water was cool on his paws and kept him alert, the tom relishing in it though that didn't ooze through the impermeable seriousness of his expression. He often did this, patrolled alone. It was easier to think this way and kept him moving and doing something for his clan. Plus with the amount of cats snoozing in the heat, somebody had to do it. Breaking away from the waters edge, long legs carried him up and over a sand dune until he could see the LeafClan border in the distance announced with leafy green trees. Strange those LeafClanners, always in the trees. Pausing and using the height of the dune to unleash his gaze across the territory, Thornfrost sensed the presence of two cats near by which happened to be in the direction he was headed. Whiskers twitched before he started off again, his tail low, head high and eyes filled with moons of experience.

[Skiv]

Whitehare stalked through the territory, the large tom more cold then ever. He just wanted to get this day over with, so he could go train his other apprentice. The one that was perfect, the one that actually could be a warrior. The tom behind him couldn't probably fight with out falling over within a few moments of the battle. It was terrible, Whitehare didn't usually get through a training day with out having to slow down or stop so the cat wouldn't fall over. He just wished that this cat would become a warrior already so he could get rid of him.

Get rid of him now.

A voice in his mind called out to him. The large tom just glanced over his shoulder to look at the other tom. He just grumbled and then looked back forward. He couldn't do that because if he did then the clan wouldn't trust him. He needed to produce a great warrior, and he would with Flintpaw but with Firepaw that was going to be a challenge. The brown tom just dug his claws into to the sandy ground and pushed his way towards the Leafclan border. He just looked around at a clearing it was a bit sandier with some grass patches. Whitehare's paws sunk into the sand a bit, because of his size and weight. He knew that it would be good to train here, because all cats had to learn how to fight on the loose ground. He just flicked his tail telling the cat to stop.

Thats when the tom just whipped around lashing our with his white paw. His claws gleaming in the sunlight. He went for Firepaw's face but he purposely missed by a whisker length. The large tom growled and went to lash out at Firepaw again, hopefully the tom would move before he was struck with Whitehare's large paw.

Come on now you patahic apprentice, so me you can fight.

[Falcon]

Firepaw was walking with Whitehare, ever in silence he and his mentor didn't really get along, they didn't fight mind you but they never really talked either, he knew Whitehare didn't like him but he wanted to be a good warrior and he really WAS trying, he was fighting that other apprentice before, sure he hadn't won but he HAD done damage, and he made it to the end of the fight without falling over, that had to count for something...right? Suddenly they stopped and Firepaw saw the gleam of claws in the corner of his eyes he ducked down to avoid it leaping back his body low to the ground as he studied his mentor, was this training? or was his mentor truly trying to kill him? he wasn't sure but he couldn't put it past him if he did try

[Skiv]

Whitehare felt his claws hit and and he landed on them, his large paws sinking into the sandy ground. The sun was quite harsh on his back, his dark brown fur beating down on it. He just watched as the apprentice looked at him like he had two head he just yelled at the tom. "Firepaw! This is training not a staring contest." Then the tom just growled and moved forward for another attack. He wanted his apprentice to attack, to fight back but the tom only knew how to hide it seemed. Well hopefully that would be over when Whitehare was done with him. The large warrior swung out with another paw claws and all heading for the apprentices shoulder.

[Falcon]

Firepaw leapt away again, feeling his mentor's claw rip through his fur but still he didn't attempt an attack he wasn't sure what he mentor was doing, he needed to think, his breathing was beginning to labor slightly but he ignored it looking around with his eyes to try and find an escape, to put distance between himself and his mentor and give him time to think

[Skiv]

Whitehare just felt his claws tearing the other toms fur. He just smiled his blood pumping through his ears. This wasn't even a fight yet but it would be soon. Then warrior just eyed his apprentice like he was prey. He just then noticed that the tom was breathing hard. He just then crashed forward with his large paws, claw unsheathed. His white ones shined in the sunlight. He just flattened his ears and growled "No where to run Firepaw, your going to have to attack or you'll be torn to pieces." Then the tom just flicked his tail and bunched up his muscles preparing to attack his amber eyes locked on the smaller form on his prey.

Falcon ℓυиαя, Lunar you could enter in now if you want. Or you could wait.

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"Firepaw! This is training not a staring contest. No where to run Firepaw, your going to have to attack or you'll be torn to pieces."

As the white tom neared the training grounds near the heart of Sunsetclan's territory, his ears slid forward on his head, reaching towards the harsh voice that cut through the warm GreenLeaf air. The sound of the ground being sprayed in a flurry under-feet carried through to the senior warrior as he rounded the corner and brought his lean, muscular frame into line with that of Whitehare and Firepaw. The larger warrior was low to the ground, his muscles bunched underneath a full coat, eyes blazing. Keeping his gait steady, Thornfrost approached them on long legs, his icy gaze regarding their training with a careful eye. The young apprentice was starting to breathe heavier than normal and there was something about the tension in the air that caused the hackles of his neck to raise. Eyeing Whitehare, the senior warrior flicked his tail, the sneaking suspicion creeping in that this was more than a mere training session. A sharp flick of a whip like tail had the tom speaking in his calm yet firm tone, addressing the small apprentice mostly yet keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the aggressive mentor with fire in his eyes.

"Whitehare, Firepaw; everything alright here?"

[Falcon]

Firepaw jolted hearing another voice cut through the heavy air that seemed to surround himself and his mentor looking over to see another warrior there "Oh....hello Thornfrost" Firepaw gasped a little from the tightness in his chest "everything is fine" he said with a smile, trying to convince him "we're just training, I asked Whitehare to push me real hard this time, to try and get rid of this tightness in my chest" he quickly leapt to his mentors defense not chancing a look at Whitehare at the moment

[Skiv]

Whitehare still locked on Firepaw, he noticed that the glanced over and thats when Whitehare snapped out of battle, or kill mode. The large warrior stood upon his large paws and looked over to see a senior warrior. The tom clearly had it out for him. He could just see it in his icy look. Whitehare just didn't matter though, he was about to say something when his mousebrained apprentice decided to speak instead. He just still watch the other warrior. His name was Thornfrost and that tom was quite excellent in fighting but Whitehare wasn't afraid of that. He just knew that the other tom was not his cup of tea. Just by the look on his face and not even looking at his apprentice as Firepaw spoke Whitehare knew that this tom was after him. He just smirked slightly, he knew what was going on here. but the large brown warrior didn't say anything. He just sheathed his claws, his amber gaze fixed on the other warrior. "Ahh yes. My apprentice Firepaw here has a breathing problem you see. We needed a more realistic situation to see how long he would last before collapsing and defenseless." Whitehare just shifted his weight slightly before continuing on like this battle training was totally normal and planned out. "Now Thornfrost we can't send an apprentice into battle when he has a weakness like that, it would be not only putting him in danger but Sunsetclan as well." Then the tom just flicked his tail at the other warrior.


ℓυиαя Falcon

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"Oh....hello Thornfrost."

The senior warrior did not fail to miss the way the apprentice struggled through that sentence, his gasps breaking the flow until he regained his breath.

"Everything is fine." The small tom continued and Thornfrost flicked an ear to Firepaw to show he was listening though his eyes stayed on Whitehare. "We're just training, I asked Whitehare to push me real hard this time, to try and get rid of this tightness in my chest." 

When was the tom going to find some confidence and defend his own actions instead of letting his apprentice do it for him? That thin tail wove dangerously behind him, the silver leopard spots catching the light and fading. Thornfrost didn't know what it was about Whitehare exactly, but something didn't feel right to the warrior. 

"Ahh yes. My apprentice Firepaw here has a breathing problem you see. We needed a more realistic situation to see how long he would last before collapsing and defenseless. Now Thornfrost we can't send an apprentice into battle when he has a weakness like that, it would be not only putting him in danger but Sunsetclan as well." 

Of course they couldn't, how ignorant of Thornfrost to think otherwise. Thornfrost's expression hardened as the sarcastic comment ripped through his mind. Inclining his head to the other warrior in a display of being civil, Thornfrost shot a glance to the apprentice to see how he were doing. "While that is true, training him harder isn't going to improve the problem Whitehare, despite what your apprentice wants. You are the mentor." Then he paused, and his eyes flashed. "If everything is fine here then, you wont mind if I sit in for a little while?"

[Skiv]

Whitehare knew that he had hit a tender spot with Thornfrost. His comment was true, he needed to know, but it was mostly for the apprentice to man up and fight for once in his life. He just blinked at the white spotted warrior. He knew that this cat was contemplating about his training style but it wasn't like he was a bad mentor. He wasn't really trying to find a way to help Firepaw, but now that he thought about it he wouldn't like the cat to become completely defenseless in a fight. Because the kittypet wasn't a bad hunter at all. They would need him in leafbare to hunt while others fought off everyone else. Whitehare just then narrowed his eyes. "No it might not. but its worth a try, being soft all the time doesn't prepare them for the real threats out there." Then the large brown warrior just flicked his tail slightly. He just wanted to tear into the other toms fur and make him leave. Whitehare wouldn't kill the apprentice but still they had to figure out something. Whitehare just then heard the other tom say something about staying. Whitehare just looked at his apprentice and said, "Its fine with me Thornfrost, as long as Firepaw agrees." Then he just flicked his tail hitting Firepaw allowing the younger tom to speak.

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[Falcon]

Firepaw ducked under most of Whitehare's tail his eyes flashing with distain for a brief moment "I don't mind if you stay Thornfrost, not like we're doing anything wrong after all" Firepaw figured his mentor wouldn't let up on their 'training' anyway, Firepaw just hoped it would end soon and he could do something better with his time

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There was a silence, the icy blue eyes roving back to the mentor as he waited for an answer. While the training may have not seemed severely unfair, there was something off about the warrior that rubbed Thornfrost's fur the wrong way. That said something - the tom not usually one to have a barb in his paw.

"No, it might not. but its worth a try, being soft all the time doesn't prepare them for the real threats out there. It's fine with me Thornfrost, as long as Firepaw agrees."

"I don't mind if you stay Thornfrost, not like we're doing anything wrong after all."

Good. 

Nodding, the lean warrior turned away and moved to the side before circling around and taking a seat at the edge of the training grounds, flicking his tail for them to continue. Now they would see what this training was like, or at least he could look and watch Whitehare to try and figure out exactly what it was about him.

[Skiv]

Whitehare just then turned again on his apprentice. He would have just usually had not waited for Firepaw to get ready before attacking but this time Whitehare thought it would be best to let the other cat get ready. Possibly even attack first. He just widened his stance his ears flicked twice. He just then looked at the apprentice, and said, "Alright lets go Firepaw." Then he just narrowed his amber eyes at the apprentice his focus not on his pathetic apprentice but on the other warrior, who seemed to own the world in his claws over there.

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[Falcon]

Firepaw took a moment to catch his breath, letting the tightness ease before his studied his mentor, he wasn't even focusing on their training, sure it was rather a bit to rough to call it training and Whitehare didn't like him anyway but the least he could do was at least pay attention, Firepaw hissed a little digging his paws into the sand beneath him and tossing up some into the air and toward his mentors face, he had learned that trick from Lightpaw