Post by Dyzzie on Feb 10, 2015 14:55:48 GMT -5
Tagged: Wolf & Isilme - incase you wanna step in <3
Mudpaw grinned to himself, panting slightly as he continued to practice fighting on an old boulder he'd been using since he was a kit. Having had spotty mentors, the tom had taken it upon himself to train himself. And while some might think it foolish, he'd quickly learned what moves worked best for his large size, and what didn't . . . He fought with power and stamina, rather than speed and agility. And lots of intelliegence. Something that may have never happened if he hadn't have learned on his own. He stood his ground, catching his breath as he looked over the battered stone that had once stood proud. Over the growth of the tom (who was nearing 14 moons now), the apprentice had practically shredded it. Parts had crumbled down, claw marks crossed over it in a violent array from where he'd spent a quarter moon finding out the best way to use his claws with using the least amount of energy. The rock was in shambles.
Deciding he was done for the day, the tom moved away from the rock, walking with pride from having mastered his most recent objective, and lowering his muzzle to drink some water and gather his strength back. His thick, fluffy fur ruffled in a slight breeze that helped to cool him off as he swatted his tail slowly. He lifted his head before moving away with silence, his steps making not a sound (he'd spent a whole moon a while ago mastering stealth to avoid having to startle away prey, or alert an enemy of his presence. He'd spent so much of his youth training though, he hated to admit it, but he didn't know too many of the apprentices in the clan now-a-days. Well, he knew off them, but he didn't know them. And he tended to spend more time on his own now-a-days too. Either off on his own practicing hunting, or climbing, or fighting, or visiting Chance. It wasn't until that thought that the tom realized just how lonely his life seemed to be . . . how had he never noticed before?
Mudpaw grinned to himself, panting slightly as he continued to practice fighting on an old boulder he'd been using since he was a kit. Having had spotty mentors, the tom had taken it upon himself to train himself. And while some might think it foolish, he'd quickly learned what moves worked best for his large size, and what didn't . . . He fought with power and stamina, rather than speed and agility. And lots of intelliegence. Something that may have never happened if he hadn't have learned on his own. He stood his ground, catching his breath as he looked over the battered stone that had once stood proud. Over the growth of the tom (who was nearing 14 moons now), the apprentice had practically shredded it. Parts had crumbled down, claw marks crossed over it in a violent array from where he'd spent a quarter moon finding out the best way to use his claws with using the least amount of energy. The rock was in shambles.
Deciding he was done for the day, the tom moved away from the rock, walking with pride from having mastered his most recent objective, and lowering his muzzle to drink some water and gather his strength back. His thick, fluffy fur ruffled in a slight breeze that helped to cool him off as he swatted his tail slowly. He lifted his head before moving away with silence, his steps making not a sound (he'd spent a whole moon a while ago mastering stealth to avoid having to startle away prey, or alert an enemy of his presence. He'd spent so much of his youth training though, he hated to admit it, but he didn't know too many of the apprentices in the clan now-a-days. Well, he knew off them, but he didn't know them. And he tended to spend more time on his own now-a-days too. Either off on his own practicing hunting, or climbing, or fighting, or visiting Chance. It wasn't until that thought that the tom realized just how lonely his life seemed to be . . . how had he never noticed before?
