FIGHT ME [closed]

Really, he was restless. There was a stiffness in his spine he didn't like, born of his recent languidness. He hunted, yes, and occasionally fought off foxes and owls with the patrols, but he was bored. He'd asked his clanmates to spar ten too many times, so here he was, trying to find someone he hadn't fought before. Though why he chose SkyClan's border first he wasn't sure. Most of his anger towards them had subsided, replaced with strong distrust, but he would never forget Birdstar's betrayal of his mother for as long as he lived.

Acornstar wanted peace. He wouldn't disrespect that. Still, his paws itched to know how SkyClan cats fought. For research, for fun, he hadn't decided. Maybe he'd have a good time. Or maybe he'd discover their next Sunfire, if not the cat himself. He didn't know what he'd do if that happened. Redsun stood waiting in the vague area where his clan's and SkyClan's territories met, bright blue gaze searching the trees beyond for a neighboring cat.

"Hey! Anyone out there?" He called, as loud as ever.

Honeypaw carefully made her way through the branches. She wasn't the skilled, graceful climber that some of the older warriors were, but the fluffy apprentice was improving bit by bit. While Stoatclaw's lack of direction had at first been nice, allowing the apprentice to take a slower pace, she was beginning to find herself restless, wanting more out of her training. She'd stepped out of camp, Stoatclaw nowhere in sight, picked a direction and started working her way toward it from the trees.

The loud voice from below made the apprentice jump, nearly tumbling out of the tree out of sheer surprise.

"You could startle the birds from their nests, like that." She mewed, peering down at the ginger and white tom. Thunderclan scent reached her nose, and inwardly Honeypaw cringed a bit. She hadn't realized just how far she'd made it... Stoatclaw didn't need to know. Or her parents. Or maybe they would, if the tom was calling out for someone.

She was so busted when she got back to camp, wasn't she?

"Were you looking for someone in particular?" She asked, carefully dropping to a lower branch. "I'm Honeypaw, you are?"

"'I knew someone had to be out here!" He quickly located the voice in the trees, although he didn't see its owner until they hopped further down. They - Honeypaw - seemed rightfully wary, not yet coming down from the branches. It craned his neck a bit to see up there, and the leaves weren't helping. "Hi, I'm Redsun. Nah, I'm not looking for anybody, er, well I'm looking for anybody, but no one in particular." Now that he thought about it, despite how large SkyClan had always been, he knew very, very few of the cats' names. The only ones he knew were the... infamous ones. "Do you want to spar? Not over prey or territory or nothing, just for fun. Sparring with just my clanmates has gotten pretty boring. Do you all do that a lot in SkyClan?"

Redsun... She had not taken the tom below for a warrior. An apprentice... Well, she'd just keep that little mistake to herself. And maybe he wouldn't realize the embarrassment that flooded through Honeypaw at the correction.

Her ears pricked at the tom's words. Not looking for anyone in particular... But he was looking for someone. To spar. "Sparring? You serious?" Honeypaw asked cautiously. "And of course we spar in Skyclan, how else am I going to keep my brothers in line?" She joked, Hickorypaw wasn't here to hear that, thankfully. Or she'd have to spar him for real, again. Sparring with her mentor was another story, outside of their first training session... Well, Redsun didn't need to know that some of Skyclan's warriors were rather distracted from their duties. "'Course sparring your own clanmates gets boring after a while though, you know all their tricks because they're also your tricks."

"A spar could be fun." She mewed finally. And to spar against someone from another clan... Maybe she could learn something from this. The apprentice dropped down to the ground finally.