Dance Of Warriors [AW]

He trotted onto the Battlefield, pace even and graceful, tail held easily above his hips in a casual declaration of his status in his pack. He’d called his Uncle Castiel along to Witness his spar for the day, and as he scouted out a spot to hold his spar, he cast a grin to the fluffy white male. Cinder padded quickly by his side, tail held regally high, though from time to time, she had to break into a bounding run to catch up to the vibrant male’s gigantic strides. Especially massive compared to a cat.

He wanted to stretch his muscles, brush the dust off his active skills, much like his mother had, and today was a nice day to do it. It was raining lightly, on the edge of snowing, even this short distance further north, but the ground felt reasonably firm under-paw. Raids and sieges didn’t come in nice, sunny weather. Not unless you were lucky. They came when you least expected them, and weather was the least of the worries.

When he held the next fighting session, he decided as he settled on a wide area that wasn’t flat like his usual choices, he would call it at night. And the rainier the better. He sent a short howl into the air, calling for a spar from any who might be in the area, then settled to wait, paws already lightly squared under his frame, tail still casually announcing his rank, while his ears swiveled to catch any sounds of his opponent’s approach. Who knew; maybe he’d find a fighter to bring home to Celestial.