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Post by Honeystorm on Mar 25, 2019 15:58:40 GMT -5
( In light of her new leadership and view on the Charged, Jezi has decided a mass training session is in need for the Charged, to give them a head start on their self-improvement. Open thread. Feel free to claim a Charged, and just jump right in! )
CHARGED
The cats who failed their tyro test. Previously, Charged could only take the trial three times, before being doomed to the rank forever. However, Jezi has insisted they train daily for at least two hours per day, until they are able to pass the Trial. Charged who refuse to participate in training sessions will be forced to improve through harder chores. In Absum Lux, Jezi won't allow such things as giving up.
Amasia / Open : A long-haired she-cat with brilliant cinnamon fur, light wheat markings down her back, and dull gray eyes. Calm.
Emaline / Hollypaw : A pretty she-cat with thick, platinum fur, burnt orange markings on her front legs, and bright capri blue eyes. Contemplative.
Erhart / Open : A small tom with feathered, ecru colored fur, bright tawny markings on his legs and around his gilded pistachio green eyes. Dishonest.
Jirar / Violet : A lean tom with slicked down, pale chocolate fur, medium cinnamon markings on his hindquarters and ears, and citrine yellow eyes. Careless
There weren't too many Charged in the group, and for good reason. Most either passed the trial, or died in their attempt, though the former was far more common. Those that failed, well, even before this, they'd still had some chances to improve, and many were able to rise up with the extra practice. But, what happened when your failure wasn't for lack of skill, but fear? He'd frozen up at his trial, nearly gotten himself killed by losing his head under the stress of it all on top of the grief of his parents' deaths. Zithri was strong enough to pass, as evidenced by his toned body and regal stature, but he still seemed to be waiting, constantly putting off the trial for fear of trying again.
Unfortunately, Jezi hadn't given him a choice anymore. She wasn't going to let him sit around and mope, she was going to force him to become better, if not in skill, then in confidence, no matter what it took.
So here the Charged were, waiting on orders from Luminary Zero as to how their training was going to begin. Combatants were present, likely to help pose a challenge to the cats, though really, would most of the Charged be much of a challenge for them at all? They'd failed, and, at least currently, they were no match for the group's main fighting force. Though Zithri supposed that might be the entire point...
Jezi had decided to be present at the mass training. She was going to let them know that she was watching them, and making sure they were actually improving themselves. She sat slightly away from the group. Close enough to hear, see, and be seen, but not close enough to cause much distraction.
Siren was by no means happy to have to participate in training. Training of all things for a cat such as her self! She was a mother, she bore kits. She didn't hunt or fight it wasn't her job! The she-cat had birthed two litters already, mostly to stay out of becoming a combatant, but that was beside the point. A permanent frown was on her face as she sat next to Emaline, awaiting their orders. Oh, she'd make it clear she wasn't happy about this new arrangement. She'd be the most difficult one of them all.
Pluto quietly creeped up on Jezi, though he was actually stealthy for once. The tom wanted to watch, curious how these acts would react to being forced into a role they weren't use to. And also for injuries, cus he was High Sage and all. Settling next to the she-cat, he whispered, "good morning." The poor awkward cat had probably startled the other, especially since he hadn't exactly been invited but had spotted the cat when looking for a spot to watch from and chose to sit here. Hopefully, she wouldn't make him go away and find a new place.
Jezi narrowed her eyes at Siren. If the cat refused to better herself in training, she'd be forced to do more difficult things. There would be no weakness in her group. Her ears twitched as she glanced over at the High Sage, slightly surprised to see the tom at the training grounds but shrugged it off. "Good morning, Pluto."
Siren didn't see the leader, no care if she was there. Oh, she hated the idea of training. She liked her life just as it was. She was strong and loyal to the clan, produced kits as needed, and could defend herself and kits if absolutely needed.
Pluto smiled at the cat, lopsided and strange looking but still a smile. "So, what are they doing?' He'd never been trained as a combatant, his previous mentor had died before giving him any kind of defense training, so the tom was about as good as most Charged when it came to defending himself. Though, it bothers him not, as his task was keeping cats alive, not killing them in combat.
"Waiting for orders." The Heda replied, stating the obvious. "They're going to work on basic fighting skills first, so we know where to start them off in their training. Zero might have them show their hunting skills too." She added. "You're welcome to join if you want."
Jirar had been silent. Perhaps in shock at the new orders that the heda had given. He was not doomed to be forever considered a cat whom was useless to only chores and being beaten on for other cat’s battle training. It was... interesting.
Join them? Him? He wasn't a fighter...though it was tempting. No, he'd just watch. For injuries of course. With a shake of his head, Pluto turned his gaze back on the cats in front of them.
