Grinner laughed coldly as he turned his eyes to watch as Viperpaw turned back to face him. She didn't think his words rang true, yet it was shown as easily as day that with every move Duskpaw made on tree, log, and even rock that it held that sort of hint of his own style of battle. His cold, focused, strength that seemed to shine with alive energy of his deep anger, yet for him anyways. Then, as she finished with her words his eyes grew wide for a moment before they narrowed into little needles inside his red orbs. He didn't want her to hate him, no, he wanted to make him suffer. "It is true. Do you see how alike his moves are to mine. The reason I knew all his moves, and the reason he couldn't beat me? It taught him them, and when he lost his memories he thought I was just some rouge than his very own father. I want to break him apart, and no I know you won't hate him, yet, I can make him doubt this," he said with a grin that glowed on his face as he pointed with his tail around him with his ears still against his skull. His dream, and the thing he wished to see from the moment Duskpaw was born was his own little warrior to fight beside him. The whole reason he killed his mother, and taught him to fight, and even himself giving him that wound, was to watch him grow into a great foe to himself and to others. Yet, inside this clan he had his doubts that he might be changed like he seen a while before when he first met this snake. "You changed him Viperpaw, and somehow I will see to it," he said with a hiss down at her, though he felt like his work would be cut out for him if he did wish to change his son. He was happy again, and he was less alone then before it seemed. He had a clan, friends, and a leader who cared about him, and this was his greatest challenge would to be to hurt someone who was already healed. "Now, Viperpaw, what do you wish to do now my little snake," he asked in a soft tone as if he was speaking to a kit.
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Duskpaw finished with the fallen tree with various scars, and then inside his ears he heard Raccoonstrike to speak to him about his learning of his moves. He knew his father taught him when he was younger, but his father was dead so it wasn't that hard to talk about it now that he knew he was dead from the last memory he had of him and his mother by the attack of the rouge. Softly, he padded up to Raccoonstrike to let his tail flick onto his right paw again as before. I learned it from my dad who taught me. He was a good warrior to a clan, and he taught me to fight with moves on attacking, but not so much blocking, he told with a soft shake of his head that somewhat glowed from the soft sunlight on his ears. He was a bit worn from the attacks, and his body hurt mostly at his sore neck, but he was glad he showed his mentor his moves he knew. It made him proud, and he knew someday he could use it to protect his clan with his skills.
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[Raccoonstrike({.zσкєтι.})[] Tom [] Mood: Normal [] Location: Camp[] Crushing on two Cats~ Viperpaw and Wolfpaw]
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wip~ sorry kind of tired but will reply to this soon~
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[No Mentor[] She-cat [] Mood: Sneaky [] Location: Camp[] Single]
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