Not to be Underestimated

"Sword fighting?" Patches asked as he got to his paws. If he hadn't been excited already, he certainly was then. It sounded like it would be fun! That, and it seemed that Crescent had learned a bit from one of the humans. That had to mean she knew what she was talking about! Little did Patches realize that her sword fighting had merely been pretend. But even if Patches did know that, he probably wouldn't have cared that much. He scooped up the stick with his mouth and grinned a bit, ready to try and best Crescent in this new method of fighting, only to see that she had leaped away. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt something pointy poke him from behind. That was enough to make him turn around to see that it was Crescent again.

"En garde!" Patches exclaimed, though it sounded a bit muffled from having a stick in his mouth. With that, he proceeded to try and poke Crescent's chest with his own stick. Were they taking the training session that seriously anymore? Probably not. It was a wonder Robin Hood hadn't called them out on that fact.

This time the burnt puppy knew what to except from Partner, so if he made the novice mistake of repeating the some move some move twice in a row Strike would be ready to doge it.

Partner charged forward, his head potation implied he was going to aim for Strike's hind leg but then as he got closer, he changed the heads potation meaning that this move was probable a feint. Normal Strike would step to one side since to doge the attack but since he had all readymade the mistake of underestimating Partner, Strike chose to jump out of the way just in case Partner was fake feinting. (Mean you pretended to feint and then switch back to your original target.)

Throwing his forepaws out in front of him to arrest his forward momentum as Strike removed himself completely from the area he'd been aiming for, Parnter skidded in the dirt a little, but thankfully managed to keep his footing instead of trying to plant his muzzle into the dirt. He had been a little obvious that time, he supposed, but the older dalmatian didn't seem about to let that stop him quite yet. Instantly turning to keep his sparring partner in sight, the dark-eared male struck towards Strike again without a pause, aiming straight for his opponent's midsection with both forepaws outstretched in a move that might have ended up doing some damage if he hadn't made sure that he was keeping his short puppy-claws angled away from the other pup.

May 2, 2012 11:52:02 GMT -5 Cadpig said:

"Don't worry you will learn to be as strong as me. But, here's another rule, don't be distracted ever. When you're fighting the enemy you must keep all your eyes on your opponent. I love you Penelope, and I don't wanna see you get hurt. " Cadpig got off Penelope with a playful growl. "Now, try to take me down Penelope and remember everything I told you" Cadpig said to Penelope getting herself ready for Penelope's attack.

The puppy nodded to show she understood Cadpig's words and then lowered herself to the ground. "I love you too, Cadpig. I promise I'll be careful. Promise you will too?" Penelope said and then measured her sister with her eyes. The dal focused her eyes to Cadpig's front paws for a while, before charging forward meaning to tackle Cadpig. If Penelope would succeed, she would jump out of the way so Cadpig would get up. And if Penelope wouldn't succeed, she would try again if she had the chance.

May 3, 2012 3:31:41 GMT -5 Scat Cat said:

Scat Cat raised a paw to his head in shock, where it was met by an empty space. No one took Scat Cat's hat! He crouched low, or rather as low as his portly stomach would allow him, and wiggled his shoulders as he prepared to jump. He sprung up, but predictably fell short of Mega's shoulder, which he had aimed for so that he could climb onto Mega's back and retrieve his hat.

He crouched again, and pushed off his back legs to leap once more. "H'yup!" he grunted. "Hope ya don't mind the claws, bro!" Using his claws as the equivalent of ice picks when climbing a mountain, he scrambled up Mega's shoulder awkwardly.

OOC: srry about the late responce.

"Oof! easy there" Mega grunts although there was still a smirk on his face. Mega them starts to buck and kick his legs in the air "see if you can get it now Scat Cat" he chuckles wanting to make this not a easy task for the cat to get his bowler hat. "like rideing a water buffalo eh?" he laughs, then does a hard jerk to the side trying to throw the large grey cat a off him.

((So how many threads has it been that I've been late to the party now? ))

Lesedi had been watching from the sidelines for quite some time, observing all of the puppies scuffling with eachother, with varying degrees of dexerity and the knowledge of what exactly they were doing. However she shouldn't say anything-- she wasn't very much of a fighter herself. It wasn't in meerkats' nature to fight. Their first instinct first and foremost was to flee, and when the going got tough, flee some more until they'd ran to the ends of the earth. Lesedi, however, knew that fleeing was not the answer in a war. She had to teach herself to fight if she was going to survive. She would never become a meal for a predator, and if one should try, she would be ready to fight back instead of run like she was always taught.
She still felt a bit awkward sitting there, waiting for an oppnent. Nobody had come up to her to ask to spar. She was a bit put off by the thought of fighting no matter how much she convinced herself she had to, and the thought had kept her rooted to the spot. She hoped somebody would spar with her to ease the tension.

Thumper had hopped up just about then to Lesedi. He had been watching the pups play/train himself for quite some now. He hoped that he could find a partner himself. Thumper turned over to Lesedi, Maybe she'd train with him. The sizes were not that much different. "Hi, there, my name is Thumper. I couldn't help but notice you were sitting out here all alone. Would you like a sparring partner? Because I'd be more then happy to spar with you if you want" Thumper volunteered with a smile .

Cadpig smiles at Penelope. "Don't worry Nellie no one is gonna hurt me I'm extra safe when it comes to fighting" Cadpig said giving Penelope a cute little nickname. It was quite a bit easier then saying "Penelope" all the time. Cadpig hoped Penelope liked the nickname that Cadpig had given her. Cadpig tried to move out of the way but was tackled to a bit the ground by her sister. Cadpig gives Penelope a lick on the nose.

"That was a pretty good tackle sis. " Cadpig said happily and tries to determine her next move.

This time Strike simple did not have the time to doge Partner and as result the burnt puppy was sent rolling cross the ground. As he picked himself and wiped the dirt off, Strike had an idea. “Good shot Partner, hey could you try to strike me across the face with your paw for the next one, I want to try something out.”

May 7, 2012 22:45:48 GMT -5 Thumper said:

Cadpig smiles at Penelope. "Don't worry Nellie no one is gonna hurt me I'm extra safe when it comes to fighting" Cadpig said giving Penelope a cute little nickname. It was quite a bit easier then saying "Penelope" all the time. Cadpig hoped Penelope liked the nickname that Cadpig had given her. Cadpig tried to move out of the way but was tackled to a bit the ground by her sister. Cadpig gives Penelope a lick on the nose.

"That was a pretty good tackle sis. " Cadpig said happily and tries to determine her next move.

After a successful tackle Penelope looked at Cadpig, smiling and licking her sister on the forehead in return of Cadpig's lick, then backed away a little, giving Cadpig space to maybe ponder the next move in their training.
"You better be reaaally careful!", the dalmatian said firmly, but smiling. Then she smiled even more birghtly. "Nellie? Hey, I like that!" Penelope said happily, thinking that it was very cute - and practical, too. With a long name like Penelope had, Nellie was a perfect nickname. What a smart puppy Cadpig was, she even came up with that! ...Cadpig must be very good making up battle strategies, too, Penelope thought. Well, now they'd figure that out, wouldn't they?

Penelope started circling Cadpig like a cat circles its prey, but with a slight difference; since the dalmatian was smiling a bit instead of grimacing like a hunting animal.

Partner frowned, his brow furrowing. The other dalmatian had something in mind, he was sure of it, and wasn't altogether too keen on finding out just what it was. He eyed Strike suspiciously, still not at all sure he trusted the other pup. Strike hadn't hurt him during this training session yet, but... "You're not going to bite my paw or anything, are you?" he asked, keeping both of them firmly on the ground until Strike had answered. Depending what the burnt canine said, Partner would probably them proceed to lash out, aiming to smack the side of his muzzle with his right paw, but still prepared to pull it back out of range if he didn't like the look of what Strike wanted to attempt.

Strike rolled his eyes, not bothering to hid the annoyed look on his "no Partner, I'm not going to hurt I just want try something out and will only work if you try to hit me in the face with your paw, man and I thought I was paranoid" Strike added mentally. "So are you going to...." Suddenly Partner charred forward with paw heading to smack Strike across the muzzle, perfect. Now you during his "little adventures" a round London Strike had learned of a very useful move that the some street dog used. The reason why Strike hand not used it before was because well he did not have skills to pull it off and it was far to risky to try on the battlefield. But this was a just sparring so Strike could afforded to make risks like this.

The puppy burnt stood complete, (this would require perfect timing) then just before Partner's paw made contact, Strike lifted his front right leg up wood and used to smack Partner's paw away before it could collied with his face.

Partner winced as the other pup's paw slapped his straight back to the ground, but otherwise didn't appear overly impressed by Strike's move. "That was... all you wanted to try?" he asked, tilting his head. He'd been expecting the burnt pup to have some sort of massive ninja move up his sleeve or something, so Partner was feeling as though his actual response had been rather anticlimatic.

"Well, if that was it..." glancing over at his brother and giving a long-suffering sigh when he saw Patches and Crecent trying to fence with sticks and taking nothing seriously, Partner started making as if to go. He was starting to tire of the training session in general about now anyway, and began to wonder if he might be able to sneak away... maybe find someone who wasn't here to hang out with. Maybe one of those cocker sisters, in particular... he didn't feel romantically inclined towards either of them, but he had decided that he wouldn't mind getting to know them anyway, if he could.

OOC: srry about the late responce.

"Oof! easy there" Mega grunts although there was still a smirk on his face. Mega them starts to buck and kick his legs in the air "see if you can get it now Scat Cat" he chuckles wanting to make this not a easy task for the cat to get his bowler hat. "like rideing a water buffalo eh?" he laughs, then does a hard jerk to the side trying to throw the large grey cat a off him.

Scat Cat dug his claws further into Mega's pelt in shock and let out an unintentionally high pitched [and bordering on girly] yelp of fear as the lion started bucking around. He hastily cleared his throat in embarrassment and focused on not being thrown off. "Ea-ea-sy-y the-er-re b-ro!" he cried, his voice juddering as he was bounced about on Mega's back.

He managed to claw his way up to the base of Mega's mane, but was nearly thrown off. Yowling again, he scrabbled to get his balance. If he wasn't thrown off and hurt that way, he'd die from a heart attack! His heart was thudding like mad as he hung on - and he found himself wishing he wasn't so round and weighty. Just gaining his balance again, Scat made a clumsy leap for his hat, and managed to snatch it up between his teeth.

Before he could leap off Mega's head in a more dignified manner, he was finally thrown off. He almost landed on his paws - which made the term "Cat's always land on their feet!" questionable - but ended up doing a roly poly, narrowly missing a couple of nearby sparring puppies. He stopped on his back, and shook his head dizzily before slowly hauling himself to his paws again, staggering a little as he did so. He broke into a huge grin when he saw his hat in his mouth still, and sat down to dust it off, kiss it, and place it back on his head. "Got it!" he said, winking at Mega.