Basilisk planned to get his kids started on the basics early. They were barely old enough to have left the den, but that didn't stop him planning. Even if they didn't wish to be fighters, he would ensure they all knew the basics of self defence. He set up in the Col, finding a semi private spot near the wall. The earth was soft with grass here, which would cushion their fall.

When he was ready, he let out a call. Letting it sound out across the warm day, summoning his kids. He let himself fall into a relaxed fighting stance. His balance centred around his core. Waiting to see who would arrive

His thickly furred ears perked at the sound of his father's call. Excitement bussed through his small frame as he bounded toward the Col, his young paws barely making a sound on the soft grass. He was eager to learn everything his father had to offer, to prove himself, even if he didn't fully understand that is what he was aiming to do yet. When he spotted Basilisk's tall form in the semi-private spot, Balrog's eyes widened, admiring his father's stance. He tried to mimic it, his legs wobbling slightly as he struggled to find balance with his heavy weight. Determination filled him as he looked up to his father's gaze, securing his stance with strong will.

"I'm ready, Dad!" he declared, a proud little puff of his chest given as he tried to look as tough as possible, even if he was still so small.

"Balrog"

Citadel had heard their father talking about their first fighting lesson and learning the stances. He was impatient for it to come about already, and kept his ear out for his father's call. When it came, he was off like a rocket. (A very wonky, unstable rocket) heading to the Col where their father had set up. Balrog had beaten him there and he playfully tugged at Bals shoulder with his teeth before settling in beside his golden brother.


He was impatient for things to begin, though he wasn't sure how learning to stand would benefit them. He already had a disadvantage there, and was afraid he would soon be watching his siblings develop their fighting abilities too fast and leaving him in the dust. Just like running.

on the days when fatigue doesn’t drape itself over her like a cloak, Jamie is quite the early-riser. there’s just…so much of the world to see. so much to do. how is she supposed to spend any of it sleeping?? unfortunately, social conventions dictate a certain discrepancy in the wee hours of the morning, out of respect for those still snoozing away. this morning especially, she spends a few very dull hours just sitting around, knowing Mama would worry if she woke to find Jamie gone so early.

when pink slips over the horizon, the girl moves to sit beside Cit, waiting for the day to start. thankfully, they quickly hear the call: Dad, summoning them. Jamie shoots to her feet so quickly she almost spills over and takes off across the Col, following her brother. she arrives rather out of breath and has to sit down, glaring at Cit and Bal as though daring them to say anything. once she feels a little more stable, Jamie lifts her chin and smiles breathlessly at Bas. “r-ready!”

"Jamie"

Her name should have been Speedy. Her pink-white claws dug into the earth of the Col as she heard her father's call. She leaped from rock to rock, stumbled, recovered, leaped again, and tripped! She didn't mind, she was so little a fall was nothing at all.

She scrambled to the lesson spot and slithered her way under Balrog's belly and out his front legs. Her tail wagging a mile a minute.

"I'm here! I'm hereimhere! That a weird way to hold your body! Why you do that? Like this? Why? To spring? To move?" Her tiny high voice would stop just as easily as her feet did... with great difficulty. She ran again and leaped off the side of the wall and spun in a circle after she landed, and scrambled back to her spot, panting mildly. She refrained from pinballing between her gathered siblings, they were not as solid as walls and rocks and she had repeatedly gotten in trouble for that when they were first learning to walk. Instead, she half climbed on Cit's bear and then squeezed herself between his paws. The only way she could still still and listen properly was if someone was sitting on her.

"Selene"