The Next Generation [c]

Firepaw was ready for this day. The very day she became one paw closer to being ThunderClan's best warrior. "Prepare yourself, Curlypaw. I won't go easy on you just because it's training." She lept back, facing her fellow apprentice and unable to contain the excited grin plastered on her face.

She shot forward, paws outstretched and aimed for Curlypaw.

Firepaw used Jumping Strike on Curlypaw dealing  6 damage +3 for first move dealt equaling a total of 9 damage. Costs 7 SP.

Firepaw
20 HP / 53 SP

Curlypaw
11 HP / 60 SP

Using his shoulders to help support Comfreyheart's weight against him, he held a smile the entire way to their destination. Even if it wasn't the most exciting task in the world, the joy that helping her brought him far outweighed any of the struggles.

Soon enough they reached where he assumed they were going to do their battle training, and the curly-coated apprentice moved his weight away from his mentor as she sat down. He watched her for a moment, making sure that she was alright before nodding along as she spoke. Sparing; he wasn't a pro, that was for sure, but it was still exciting and he hoped that they all had a fun time today.

Turning his attention to Firepaw, his new fellow apprentice, he giggled as she explained herself. "Okay!" he purred as she jumped back. Before he was able to say anything more, she leapt towards him, bowling him over and causing him to let out an "oof" sort of noise from deep in his gut. Because of the strong impact, hey both rolled in the sand for a moment, and Curlypaw did his best to regain his bearings.

Jumping up, his curl-covered pelt covered in snow and sand, he grabbed onto to the first thing he could find; her tail. Clamping down hard, he yanked it towards himself in hopes of knocking her off balance. 'I hope I don't hurt her!' he thought to himself silently, his jaws filled with her fluffy russet fur.


Curlypaw used Tail Yank; dealing -7 HP and costing -15 SP.
Firepaw is stunned for 1 turn.

Curlypaw
HP: 11/20
SP: 45/60

Firepaw
HP: 13/20
SP: 53/60

Pride swelled within her as they both scrambled to get up after a tussle in the snowy sand. Though it didn't last long as Curlypaw clamped down on her tail and pulled before the dust could even settle.

It hurt a little, but she wouldn't let her opponent know. Desperate, the russet she-cat scrambled to get away but the toms hold on her tail was too strong.

Firepaw couldn't get away!

Curlypaw
HP: 11/20
SP: 45/60

Firepaw
HP: 13/20
SP: 53/60

Letting go of her tail, he swung a paw at her side, wincing as he made contact. Fighting wasn't exactly his strong suit, nor was it his favorite activity. He hoped that he was doing alright in Comfreyheart's eyes, but great stars did his dislike seeing his clanmates, or any-cat for the that matter injured in any way.

Of course, his feisty opponent didn't exactly show much pain, but he knew that had to sting at least a little. "Ah! I'm sorry, are you alright?" he asked, shuffling backwards after his paw hit her pelt.

Curlypaw used Front Paw Strike; dealing -6 HP and costing -15 SP.
Firepaw is no longer stunned!

Curlypaw
HP: 11/20
SP: 38/60

Firepaw
HP: 7/20
SP: 53/60

It annoyed Firepaw that Curlypaw was even showing worry during this spar. Why did he care? Didn't he want to win...?  Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't respond.

She went over this move in her head constantly. She would flop down, and kick herself forward to place herself squarely under her opponent to then unleash a flurry of kicks to knock them off balance...

That's what should have happened. But reality was cold and cruel sometimes. Instead of the cool and swift movement she planned out, Firepaw tripped over her feet at the very start of her move and bonked her head on the log that rested within their training grounds.

Her face burned hot as... well, fire. StarClan was she embarrassed!

Firepaw failed a Belly Rake and took 5 recoil damage. It cost 25 SP.

Curlypaw
HP: 11/20
SP: 38/60

Firepaw
HP: 2/20
SP: 28/60

The member 'Flybot' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Effect Dice' : 3

"Are you alright?!" Curlypaw exclaimed, rushing over to her as she hit her head on a nearby log. Her silence was deafening and he could tell she was fuming with anger at the situation. Wile he didn't want to make things worse, he knew that he technically had to deliver a finishing blow.

Letting out a sigh, he lifted a paw and ever so gently brought it down on her back, giving her the gentlest 'tap' that the forest had probably ever seen.

Firepaw had been so thrilled to battle him and having won, the young tom could only feel bad about it all. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, nor see her fumble into a log like that. "S-sorry," he mewed softly, sitting down next to her, his heart heavy and spirits ruined. "Sorry that I won, I didn't mean to. I know you really enjoy sparring," the curly-coated apprentice added solemnly, praying to StarClan that she wouldn't hate his guts or something horrible like that. All he wanted was to be friends, why did he have to go and ruin it?


Curlypaw used Front Paw Blow; dealing -4 HP and costing -5 SP.

Curlypaw
HP: 11/20
SP: 33/60

Firepaw
K.O.'ed

Somehow, Curlypaw's worry only made her feel worse. She scrambled to her feet trying her hardest not to let her anger burst outwards at either of them. After all, it wasn't anyone's fault she lost... It was hers. She needed to get better, faster, and stronger if she couldn't even win against the curly-furred pacifist.

She closed her emerald eyes, breathing in and then out. "Curlypaw... I mean this in the nicest way possible: don't apologize for winning. Especially against me." It's irritating. She added in her head. Firepaw tried her hardest not to be too harsh on the guy for fear he may cry and Comfreyheart might lecture her for it.

What did she do wrong...? As far she she could tell, this felt like a fluke. But if she really was made to sit and think hard about it... "I rushed in too quickly. I didn't take my time to fully get back on my feet after his second attack." Her eyes lingered on Curlypaw for a heartbeat, deciding whether or not she really should make him cry, before turning to Comfreyheart for approval on the conclusion she came to.

Turning to Comfreyheart as their mentor approached, Curlypaw tried to sit up a little straighter and regain his bearings. Nodding along as she spoke, he took in every word. He would do his best to use what she taught him, though he knew it would be difficult. he just hated seeing anyone hurt, if only they didn't have to always battle.

Snapping his gaze over to Firepaw, he nodded his head once more. "Oh okay," the curly-coated apprentice mewed softly, wanting to do anything in his power not to lose a possible friendship, especially since they were co-apprentices. "Sorry," he added, quickly wincing at the fact that he apologized once more, but at least this time it was for something different. As she began to explain herself to Comfreyheart, she locked eyes with him and her cold gaze was a piercing one, that was for sure, and it sent a shiver up his spine. Ears laying flat against his head, he looked down to his paws in defeat, a frown covering his usually cheery muzzle. It killed him that she was angry with him and prayed to the stars above that he might be able to somehow correct this, though he wasn't exactly sure what he needed to do. Maybe Rosekit would have an idea. She was full of good ones and seeing as though this was her sister, perhaps she might hold some insight onto how to remedy this situation.