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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:08 pm
Hrair'hyz ran hard as he made his way through the tunnels, the darkness not a problem to him. His eyes were determined and set on one destination...Outside. His feet have been itching all day and night to get out and start training. He had one goal, impress the captain and chief. Ever since he was a kit he had a strong confident personality. His mother Hyz'roo had even named him after his strong and bright personality. He had no doubt he had inherited her strong head and golden heart, but he was also gifted with something else. A strong drive to make it to the top and show people he was worthy. He hated the fact that he does not make a daily impact on the warrens life. He felt he had so much to do, but first he had to learn.
Almost every chance he could between helping his family and the warren he trained. Whether he train with his siblings or against a tree trunk, every second counted. He kept himself well hidden while training he did not want them to see him. He wanted them to notice him when he was worthy, that way they would be caught off guard and more impressed.
Hrair'hyz did not even have time to look for a potential mate, nor did he want to. Work hard then play hard, he would not let anything distract him till he was done what he has worked so hard to do. He truly believed Frith had given him his strength and wits for a reason and he was not gonna let them go to waste. He believed his cool and professional manner would be a great benefit to the Owsla team. Who he believed were all a bit too snappy and temperamental. Strong rabbits did not alway need to be so aggressive in order to protect the warren, and he was gonna prove that to them.
As he saw the light he quickened his pace and burst through the tunnels and into the cool night air. He let in a deep breath as he came to a stop and looked around. Often he knew where the owslas were keeping watch and snuck his way around depending on the time. Tonight would be just like most other nights. He hopped softly along the ground careful to make no noise while keeping an eye out.
He soon made it to a familiar tree that had the same two rocks at it's roots. From there he made his way to the warrens borders and crossed them. He was always so clever to never be caught. As he travelled the familiar path he came to a small hill that cut off steep on one side. There a tree root stuck out and a few rocks surrounded him. It was here he trained almost every night. He excitedly ran over to the large tree root and began his warm up routing jumping and twisting at the large root.
One, Two, Kick, and Twist. He repeated the counts and timing in his head as he altered from one side to the other. He made sure to equally train himself so he almost had no weakness. What use was being very strong if you weren't agile as well. Why not be the best in every area that you could. This system he had taught himself and was determined to master. He would one day be known for many generations as one of the warrens greatest owsla officers.
This is what he loved and cant stop loving.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:17 pm
Pepper's good eye peered through the growing darkness as he traveled the familiar route of his patrol. Sometimes he really hated doing these patrols. At least while he was alone. But with the small number of current Owlsa it was hard to get a partner to travel with. Pausing, Pepper allowed his muscles to relax for a moment, sometimes there was no use being tense and uptight. It's not like he had ever really encountered any danger outside of the Lendri that had taken his eye sight as a kit.
However tonight it seemed would be different. As he stood in the dark, Pepper could swear he heard a soft distant thumping sound. Frowning to himself, Pepper sighed. He should go check that out. It didn't sound like any danger he had heard before.
Moving silently, Pepper headed in the direction of the noise. Keeping himself low, Pepper approached the trees that the noise was coming from. Peering through the darkness, Pepper remained silent as he watched the young buck kicking against the tree before him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:26 pm
He claws dug into the root with a swift and sudden slash before twisting his back to land on his feet perfectly. He turned swiftly again to face the wall and repeat the same move. Every muscle tensed preparing to repeat the move, every move had to be right. He pushed off the ground and lunged forward bring his rear up to get the right flip in to give himself the perfect angle. His first paw made it to the branch and slashed violently across it. As he moved his other paw for the second blow he felt his rear leg muscle pull and strain with a sudden snap. His paw missed and his body didn't turn to connect the hit or break his fall. He let out a deep breath as his body slammed on the rocky earth ground that was below him.
Getting up quick with a soft grimace and wince in his eyes he turned back to the wall with intense eyes. He felt his mouth tighten and the soft pulsing in his back leg. There was no time for error, he had to do it and he had to do it right.
He tensed his muscles again and without hesitation leaped with such strength and determination that the first blow reached higher then any other. As the second blow came and he flipped finishing the move perfect, he could hear the soft rattle as stones and dirt became loose and fell from the impact. He stood there in his stance breathing heavy with satisfaction. This is the type of work he would show his warren one day.
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