Battle bonding ((CLOSED))

Sitting by the camp entrance, Smokepelt waited for his son to wake up. Today, he'd work on battle training with his son and honestly couldn't wait to get started. Though Furzepaw was a bit different from most of his family with his long, thick pelt, the young tom still made a loyal and spirited WindClan cat, and the deputy had no doubts that his son would make a fine warrior some day.

Furzepaw bounded toward his father, excited for a little bonding time with him. Best of all, he got to battle train! The older apprentice approached Smokepelt, dipping his head in greeting. "Still battle training?" He prompted, eager to leave the camp.

Giving his son a curt dip of his head in greeting, Smokepelt stood up, flexing his claws against the dirt covered ground. "How did you guess?" the deputy joked and turned towards the camp entrance. "Yes, still battle training. I mean, I'm assuming that you still want to improve your amazing warrior skills, yes?" With a smile, Smokepelt started padding out of the camp and into the tall grass. For a few moments, the two toms walked in silence, which was perfectly fine for him, and soon enough, they reached the training area. It was a dusty dirt and sand filled spot where the tall moor grass didn't grow like everywhere else yet it surrounded and protected the clearing from strong winds, somewhat like their camp. Luckily for WindClan, the little clearing was just big enough for efficient battle training.

"Okay tough guy, let's see what you've got," the grey and white tom mewed, padding to the other side of the clearing and turning around to face his son. Crouching down, he made sure to keep his claws sheathed, but raised his hackles and bared his teeth through an eager smile on his muzzle, his tail lashing back and forth. The tom was always one to enjoy some good battle training and although he would have to go easy on his son, he'd still fun. Besides, Furzepaw was one of the more tougher kits, especially with that thick pelt of his that protected his skin, and Smokepelt knew that he could handle it.

Furzepaw followed his father in silence until the reached the sandy dip in the moor.

The apprentice readied himself, yet was surprised to see that Smokepelt was giving him the first move. "Alright, I'll be glad to." The young tom felt a sudden rush of excitement toward battle and let a smirk form at the edges of his muzzle. Furzepaw took a step backward before bursting forward and charging into Smokepelt's side, doing his best to knock him off balance.

Furzepaw used Run and Tackle, dealing 6 damage and costing 10 stamina.

Furzepaw:
20/20
70/80

Smokepelt:
94/100
280/280

Bracing himself for impact, Smokepelt stood his ground as the smaller cat rammed into him and although it was evident that Furzepaw gave it his all, his efforts didn't exactly move the deputy. Letting out a soft 'oof,' he looked down to his son. "You'll have to try better than that if you want to knock me over!" he laughed, eyes burning with exhilaration. Before the apprentice could run or get out of the way, Smokepelt reared up on his hind legs and slashed at the younger tom's face with white paws, making sure to keep his claws sheathed.

Smokepelt used Rear-up to Slash, causing 17 damage and costing 15 stamina.

Smokepelt:
HP: 94/100
SP: 265/280

Furzepaw:
HP: 3/20
SP: 70/80

Furzepaw doubled back at the force of his father's blow, shaking out his pelt and regaining his balance, he moved forward to strike.

The apprentice suddenly darted forward, keeping his body low to the ground. He slipped underneath Smokepelt. He didn't really want to hurt him though, so he did his best to keep his claws sheathed as he scratched at his stomach, then quickly scrambling away.

Furzepaw used Belly rake, dealing 7 damage and costing 10 stamina.

Smokepelt:
HP: 87/100
SP: 265/280

Furzepaw:
HP: 3/20
SP: 60/80

Surprised by the young tom's sudden movement, Smokepelt wasn't able to get out of the way in time and felt as soft paws grazed against his underbelly. Letting out a chuckle, he swiveled around to face the apprentice, a playful smile on his muzzle. Lifting a paw, he whacked the side of Furzepaw's head with a sheathed paw, just hard enough so that the apprentice could feel it.

"Good job!" he huffed, a smile on his face. He was so proud of his son for his battle skills, even though it was one of his first times battling him. "You have a lot to learn, but the way you surprised me with that belly rake was great!" he added, giving his pelt a shake to rid it from the layer of dust that clung onto it.

Smokepelt used front paw blow, causing 12 damage and costing 5 stamina.

Smokepelt:
HP: 87/100
SP: 260/280

Furzepaw:
K.O.'ed

He clenched his eyes shut as Smokepelt's paw grazed his cheek and quickly opened them when his mentor began to speak. Furzepaw perked his ears and stood a little taller, a smile growing on his muzzle. "Thanks!" He puffed, obviously happy he had pleased his mentor with his beginning battle skills.

"Just remember to keep your head low and wits about you, and you'll be the best warrior in all of WindClan!" he joked, though he wouldn't doubt if his son actually ended up being a great and strong warrior. "Well, I'd call today a success, ready to head back to camp?" the tom meowed with a smile, proud of Furzepaw.

Furzepaw lifted his head, nodding, "you bet I will!" He played alongside his father's joking voice.

His excitement faded back to a shy smile as Smokepelt mentioned heading back to camp. "Yeah, let's go." He mewed. Standing a little straighter and flicking an ear, he padded past his mentor and began to lead the way.

Following Furzepaw back to camp, Smokepelt was satisfied with how the day turned out and was confident that his son would make a fine warrior. The warrior still hadn't forgotten about his fight with Kindlepaw and although he worried for the high strung she-cat, he had faith in her that she would choose the right path. Besides, she had Furzepaw and if anyone was protective over their siblings, it was his son, the gentle, fluffy giant.

OOC: Topic over.