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Galar Gym Leader Roleplay!

You mentioned to me bringing this back and yet it was somehow still a surprise.

Gonna mix it up and go with a dark team this time

Clans of the Coast

Lionpaw's tail waved happily in the air as he returned her grin with a broad one of his own. "I hope mine will go that well." He didn't think Frostwhisker was allowed to talk about what she did during her assessment, but he'd heard that they usually involved hunting. He was terrible at hunting unless it was fishing. He always ended up being too loud or his paws shifted weird in the sand and made him mess up his jump. He hadn't been an apprentice for more than a moon, but he still felt like he should be doing better.

That wasn't what he needed to think about right now though, he was celebrating with his friend. He bumped his brother with his hip as the other tom snarked behind him. "You're just jealous. We'll be in the warriors den soon enough." He hoped anyway. He turned his head back to Frostwhisker, "Well we'll let you get to your warrior duties. I need to go find Cranesong." He turned and bounded away to go find his mentor.

Reedpaw watched the other tom go before sending Frostwhisker a rye grin, "Thanks for leaving me stuck with the boys," her tone was teasing as she flicked the silver tabby in the shoulder with her tail. "I'll see you later." She slipped her way through the dispersing crowd to find Goldensight.

She wasn't sure if Whitestar was fully on board with her idea, but Dawnstar didn't plan on asking for permission again. She figured exchanging warriors between clans would strengthen the ties between them. It would also bring those in FireClan to be loyal to her and vice versa, which would further accelerate their plans. She just had to convince the white tom to replace his deputy with one of his own kin. That would be more of a struggle.

Honestly she hadn't expected the exchange to happen so soon, but Embersky had mentioned Frostwhisker coming ato the medicine den and asking some rather...concerning questions. She started at the back wall of her den under the Tallstones, contemplating whether or not she had made the right decision. She had thought about forcing her to remain Frostpaw, but she had already given Nightwater the go ahead and there was no need to punish the mentor for the actions of the apprentice. No this was the best solution.

She waited until she heard the paw steps of Frostwhisker and turned her face up into a welcoming smile, "Come in Frostwhisker." She turned to face the entrance to her den and curled her tail around her paws. "I know it might come as a surprise, me picking you for this and not one of the experienced warriors, but we think that it would be best to send a new warrior." She knew that the 'we' didn't need to be explained, her and her children had discussed it. "We're starting an exchange program with FireClan, swapping warriors to learn about the other clan and facilitate cooperation between us." Her whiskers twitched, "And you're the lucky first."

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

It was enough of a strain on Frostbite's body to carry the other hybrid, especially after fighting for as long as they had. Even if it had been fake it still required the same amount of energy. Just less blood loss. He was prepared to use his tail if he had to, should one of the SandWings get too close to them, but he had no idea how much it would throw off his balance in the air. The last thing they needed was for them to go spiraling towards the ground with little to no way to break their fall. Some escape that would be and there would be no chance of another one. He couldn't imagine how much Caracal was going to crack down on the other hybrids since they got away, but he chose not to think about that.

He let out a grunt of affirmative, talking was too much work at this point, and let his trust rest in Vivid for a moment. He didn't do it often, but it was either that or die at this point so he chose to trust her. He just focused on keeping himself steady so that she could aim at the guards that were tailing them.

As the screams started he swiveled his head around and smirked at the chaos. Served them right for treating them like animals. Now they could die in agony like so many of them did. He hoped Boa would be tormented under the claws of the Queen for her failure. He didn't think that Caracal took kindly to any missteps.

He was only slightly phased by the sight of their scales practically melting off their bones, mostly because his frost breath did something similar. It was more of a shriveling on his end, but still looked grizzly. He turned his attention back to where they were going, using the screams and clashing armor behind them as a cue that Vivid was doing her part. "Good," he huffed out in a quick breath since he could already feel his lungs and wings starting to strain from the exertion and lack of use. There was no way he could keep up this pace for much longer so he hoped that the SandWings had given up at the sight of their mutilated comrades.

There wasn't exactly a plan of where to go, all Frostbite knew was that they needed to get away. Far away from the Sand Kingdom and Caracal if they wanted any chance of staying free. He could only vaguely remember the maps that his father had shown him, but if he remembered right then the Ice and Sky Kingdoms would be closest. He didn't want to go home, that seemed like a bad idea, so the Sky Kingdom it would have to be. For now.

What felt like hours but was likely only minutes passed before he could feel the strain becoming too much for him to bear anymore. It felt like the muscles in his wings were going to tear if he dared flap them again. He looked behind them once more, not seeing any pursuing SandWings and instead scanned the barren surface of the desert for anything that might be of use to them. It was flat and barren with the sun reflecting off the grains in blinding rays made it hard to see, but through it he was able to see the faintest glint of water. Some kind of oasis he hoped. Either way it was their best bet. He let them start to coast towards the ground. Once they were close enough he dropped Vivid into the sand and had to take a few running steps onto the hot ground before sinking down, sides heaving with exhaustion.

The oasis was small, but it would have to do as he dragged himself to his feet and stepped carefully to lap at the water. It was slightly grainy, but no worse than the water they were given in the pit. He glanced over towards the other hybrid, "Good aim on the SandWings. Hopefully they won't think we're worth enough to follow."

Clans of the Coast

Lionpaw gave the other two apprentices a broad grin as Frostpaw mentioned being able to talk to both Duskpaw and Amberpaw. He liked the two spunky she-cats, even if Amberpaw could be a bit of a killjoy at times. He went to continue the conversation when he heard the familiar voice of his brother calling out to him and sighed. He loved Scorchpaw, he really did, but the other tom could be a real pompous pain in the tail. That was on a good day.

He just let Frostpaw deal with his brother for the moment, but fought back a huff as his attention turned to them. He and Reedpaw had been out doing battle training all morning and he had seen Frostpaw get back. Still he wanted to respect the fact that Frostpaw needed time to prepare for her warrior assessment the next morning. "Yeah, alright, we'll come." He stood and shook the sand out of his golden pelt before waving his tail for Reedpaw as well.

As the next morning dawned he made sure to be awake when Frostpaw got up so he could wish her good luck before passing back out. He was awoken again by the familiar yowl of Dawnstar from the top of the tumble of stones that the leader's den was under. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Tallstones for a clan meeting!"

Her voice was clear and Lionpaw woke up the other two before scrambling out of the den. He could see Nightwater sitting next to the stones, looking proud, and most of the clan already gathered underneath as the sun reflected off of Dawnstar's calico pelt. His pelt was fluffed with excitement despite the fact that this wasn't even his own warrior ceremony. He knew Frostpaw had been waiting for this for ages and he was happy for his friend. At least he thought they were friends, he hoped they were.

Dawnstar didn't need any preamble. She stepped forward on the stone and looked down to where Nightwater sat. At the black she-cat's nod she turned to look at the clan. "Frostpaw, please step forward." As the silver tabby did Dawnstar looked up towards the sun as it crept higher in the sky, "I, Dawnstar, leader of Breezeclan call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." She paused as the words rang out, "Frostpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend you clan, even at the cost of your own life?"

A smile crossed her muzzle at the 'I do', "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Frostpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Frostwhisker. StarClan honors your skill and determination and we welcome you as a full warrior of Breezeclan." As the cheers of Frostwhisker's name began Dawnstar jumped down from the stones to rest her muzzle on the other she cat's head. "Join me in my den after your vigil. I have a special assignment for you." Her voice was quiet so only Frostwhisker could hear before she stepped back to join in the cheers.

Lionpaw projected his voice as loud as he could before he bounded over to Frostwhisker, with Reedpaw shortly behind, to bump his head against her shoulder with a bright grin, "Congratulations!"

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

If this didn't work then either one or both of them were dead. Maybe they would get lucky and get sent back to the chains and live to fight another day, but Frostbite was counting on Queen Caracal not going back on her word despite the obvious bloodlust she held in her black eyes. This was the end of the fight one way or another. Vivid could barely stand at this point from exhaustion and lack of any kind of nutrition and he didn't think his body could stand the heat any more.

As his claw raised into the air he fully planned on bringing it down, just not exactly on Vivid's neck. His head snapped up though as he heard Boa shout and his jaws split into a slightly bloody grin from where his lips had split from the dry heat. This is exactly what he was hoping for. The group of SandWing guards wouldn't be any real match for him. Boa had made the mistake of having them fight tooth and claw which meant he hadn't used his frost breath at all. Not since he fought the SkyWing all that time ago.

He made eye contact with Vivid for a moment before he let her go and in an instant leapt over her prone form to the side where the guards were rushing. He sucked in a deep breath as one of the guards opened their mouth to tell him to stand down. There was a moment of panic on the guards faces but it didn't last long as he exhaled a stream of freezing air and ice onto their bodies, sweeping his head to the side to catch all of them in the blast.

The screams were instant as any of the guards unlucky enough to get caught by the breath felt their scales beginning to shrivel and die. The SandWings in the crowd screamed and roared with a mix of delight and panic at the sudden turn of the tide. Frostbite fully intended to ride on that chaos to get away. With the fog of ice still in the air he flapped his wings, kicking up dust and sand to further obscure them before lifting off and grabbing Vivid underneath her stomach, mindful of where his talons landed on her body.

"Stop them!" The voice was shrill and angry though it was somewhat difficult to tell who it came from. Caracal? Or maybe Boa who was watching her life fly away in front of her eyes.

Frostbite heard the shriek over the sound of roars in the crowd as he gained altitude. His head turned back to see a number of the other guards starting to take flight after them. "You're part RainWing right?" his voice was already strained from the exhaustion, "Can you keep them off us?" He could use his tail, but carrying Vivid meant that he had less maneuverability, but he knew there would be little chance of her keeping up with him if she'd tried to fly on her own, and he did make a deal.

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

Every blow that Frostbite landed onto Vivid was carefully controlled. As easy as it would be to kill her and let them drag him back into the pit in chains he wasn't about to let that happen. He had spent too long biding his time for anything to go wrong now. He had kept his gaze away from the guards, made himself seem cowed and weak until the moment when he knew they were too stupid to realize he'd played them for this long. This was the first time he'd been back in the Pit since killing the SKyWing and it would be the last.

His head swiveled slightly to the stands as the SandWings started yelling. If they wanted a fight they wouldn't get it. They would get a facsimile of one. He could see the guards watching and based on what Caracal had told them if it really looked like Vivid would be killed the guards would jump in to stop her from losing her "trophy."

They were both getting tired, that much was obvious. Under the beating sun of the hot desert it almost felt like his scales were burning even though he knew they weren't. He needed to get out though, he couldn't be tired and get away at the same time. That meant he had to end this now, and quickly. He made eye contact with Vivid, ice blue eyes gleaming in the sun, and gave her an almost imperceptible nod. She was a RainWing hybrid which meant she would be useful in getting out and she was small which meant he could carry her. This could work.

He returned her screech with a roar of his own but twisted his head to the side at the sudden mix of colors hitting his eyes. He reared back as she wrapped around his neck, tossing his head and attempting to snap at any limbs that might be close enough to grab in his teeth. As she reached around to his eyes he could tell she was purposefully being clumsy about it, but he still shrieked in pain as she clawed at his face.

Two can play at that game. He ducked his head sharply towards the ground, pulling her more onto the spines along his head and neck. Not enough to really hurt her, but enough to certainly cause pain. With her distracted by that he tossed his head and shook his body hard, flaring his wings in order to dislodge her. Once she was on the ground he lunged towards her again, using his size to barrel into her and knock her to the ground again. One clawed paw pinning her rear legs to the ground with another pressed to her throat.

His eyes flicked up to where Caracal sat in her box, Three moons this better work. If Caracal really didn't care about losing her prize they were both screwed. With Vivid pinned to the ground he raised another serrated set of claws into the air, ready to bring his claws down onto her neck. At least that's how he hoped it looked to the Queen.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Mentions: Chen @Lord Orgasmo
For a book nerd it seemed like Chen was rather chatty when someone got him talking about history. He couldn’t really say he was surprised, but he didn’t mind history. The amount of conversation? That he might mind a little bit more if it dragged on too long. Besides, history wasn’t his preferred subject, his interests laid more in science and law, but it was alright for now. Historic firearms? That was an interesting topic especially if he was looking for specifically American ones.

He hummed thoughtfully and thought about the books that he knew were in the bookstore. He spent more time here than he cared to admit, but it did give him an idea where most things were located without having to ask.

“If you’re looking for historical figures or history that isn’t Japanese you’re gonna want to look in the international section.” There weren’t a lot of books, maybe a shelf or two, and he hadn’t really looked at what was there. It’d be the best bet though. He wasn’t sure what was compelling him to actually continue the conversation, but he pushed himself to his feet nonetheless. “Come on.”

He moved past Chen towards one of the back corners of the bookstore. He quickly scanned the shelves before seeing the spines of the books that pertained to anything foreign, “Here.” That should do for the amount of interpersonal interaction he would have to deal with for the day.

Wings of Fire: Clouded Visions

Frostbite was somewhat surprised by the sudden vigor shown by the little hybrid, but he supposed when you were fighting for your life it gave a bit more of a push. He snarled back at her as she charged him, trying to rear up to bat at her as she leapt at him. It gave her the opening to grab onto his shoulder, and he roared in over exaggerated pain as she sunk her teeth into his neck.

He could feel her claws scraping on his scales and knew that they would protect him well enough. The shallow scrapes weren’t enough to do more than sting, but blood leaking onto the sand sold the act more.

A growl rumbled in his throat as he swung himself to the side into a roll, crushing Vivid underneath the majority of his weight to get her to let go. As he rolled back onto his feet he swung his spiked tail downwards. He could kill her easily but he aimed for her side rather than anything vital. He left a deep enough gash to make it bleed, but no more as she had done for him.

His breath was starting to come in heavy pants from the lack of food and water as well as the exertion of the fight. The sun beat down on his dark scales as gave Vivid the opportunity to get back to get back onto her feet. They would only need to draw it out for a bit longer before he felt like he could end it and get his plan under way. He had no idea how well it would work, he just hoped that it would.

PMD: Explorers of the Unknown

When the other team agreed to go to breakfast Asher sent a grin Sora’s way, pleased he was already getting some connection between them. “Nice to meet you all,” he gave them a toothy grin, “I’m Asher, the big one is Ozzy, his partner Sellie, and the quiet one is my partner Sora.”

With introductions out of the way Ozzy bounded forward to stand next to Asher. “There’s a great little café that’s run by a Serperior,” he licked his lips, “They make these awesome bite sized cream puffs and omelets.” There were a number of other things that were specially made by the serpent Pokémon, but those were definitely the best ones.

Sora was only slightly hungry and he knew that he would probably just get a drink and sit quietly while the rest of their new team talked. His eyes flickered to Lumi as she told them to go ahead without her and frowned slightly. Lumi had never turned down food in all the time he could remember, but it had also been a decade since he’d seen his sister. So much has changed since they had been running around playing games in the yard and getting underneath everyone’s feet in town. He pushed the pang of hurt away as well as the memories. No time to dwell on the past.

“I’m gonna run back to the house real quick, I forgot something. I’ll meet you at the café,” Sora told Asher who just gave him a nod. He would have to find something at the house that he could've reasonably forgotten before he went over there. Just as to not raise questions since it was clear that Lumi didn't want anyone to know they knew each other. He appreciated the fact that his partner didn’t pry much anymore though as he pushed out the door and followed after his sister.

It didn’t take long for him to catch sight of the pale coat and quicken his step to catch up. “Lumi!” He kept a few steps behind her, not sure exactly what her reaction would be. He honestly didn’t really know what he was wanting from this conversation. Confirmation that she didn’t hate him maybe, he didn’t know. “Um, have you heard anything from the rest of the family?”

Clans of the Coast

“Of course Frostpaw,” Embersky pushed himself back to his paws as he retrieved the herbs he’d dropped before slipping back into the rear of the cave. Presumably to put them where they belonged, but honestly what the medicine cat did in his free time had always been a bit of a mystery. Came with being the only cat able to converse with StarClan and really speak with Dawnstar about clan secrets.

The two other apprentices looked to Embersky and then to each other as they gave the medicine cat a respectful dip of the head before he slipped away. They stood to turn and follow after the flick of Frostpaw’s tail.

Lionpaw shrugged his broad shoulders as Frostpaw spoke. “I guess not.” He didn’t really know all that much about how StarClan worked beyond what Cranesong told him and overhearing the warriors. The main thing he knew they did was prevent fights at the Gatherings but they didn’t do that. He knew they were supposed to watch out for all four clans, but if they hadn’t said anything to Embersky then were they really? He didn’t know.

“Hey that’d be pretty cool,” he grinned at the silver apprentice, “I like snails.” Their shells were fun shapes and he had always liked batting them around after it rained when he was a kit. He maybe felt a little bad after he'd learned that there was a little creature inside the shell, but he wasn't like he'd really hurt them.

He picked up a big enough fish that they could all share and moved a short ways away so that they could eat. “It’ll be kind of weird, but it might also be fun right? We’ve got friends in FireClan and now we don’t have to wait until the Gathering to talk to them.”