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[This is a bit of a struggle, but Firepaw is doing his best. A very under-sized Litten is trying to put himself in frame, but he's a little awkwardly close.]

Um... hello. Can everyone hear me? My name is Firepaw, I'm- I was an apprentice of ThunderClan. Oh- and I used to be a cat, before I came here. A lot of you know me already, but... yes.

[Just going by his voice, it's pretty clear he's a kitten. Public speaking feels incredibly bad, even without a visible crowd.]

A few of you Twolegs - humans - have four legs now, and I wanted to offer help with getting used to that. I can teach you how to hunt and fight, or at least step lightly. I don't know much about our new powers, but we might be able to practice those together too. I can also help with learning different scents, since I think humans can't smell as well as cats, or... Pokemon. That might make gathering herbs and berries easier, too.

[One more thing which... feels like blasphemy for a cat, but he needs to do it.]

And... if anyone knows how to swim, I think I'd like to learn. If another storm comes with new folk, I want to be able to help them get to shore.

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It's uh... well, StarClan is the Clan that all our warrior ancestors belong in. When cats die, they go to live in the stars, and hunt together even if they were from different Clans.

[He sends over a mental image of um... that's just the Milky Way.]

This is StarClan's hunting ground - it's called Silverpelt.

Silverpelt... [It's a nice thought—cats spending their afterlives chasing whatever they like together through the stars.] We've got a different name for it, but I've definitely seen it before.

[In pictures, at least, even if there was too much light pollution in Tokyo to see many stars at night.]

Well, already feels like I'm learning. Whenever you're up for something a little more paws-on, let me know and I'll be there.

Oh good! I honestly wasn't sure if I'd do a good job explaining things.

[He had a good teacher, and that does help.]

Why don't you meet me at the beach? We can try some of our powers, um.. probably not at each other.

Probably? Come on, you better not go easy on me just 'cause I'm not a warrior like you!

[She snickers.]

Anyways—sounds good. See you there in a bit?

I wouldn't dream of it.

[His whiskers are twitching when he signs off.

He's gonna run right over to the beach, and sits somewhere visible while he waits for her.]

[It doesn't take Shoka long to arrive. If Firepaw is keeping an eye out for her, he may see her shambling toward him, only to then suddenly disappear, sinking down into her shadow so she can complete the rest of the trek via her Shadow Sneak move. If he isn't paying that much attention, he might be in for a scare when she suddenly reappears right beside him.]

Hey.

[He was, in fact, starting to daydream. So he reacts by jumping a foot in the air, very indignantly, with a loud hiss.]

Hey! Where did you come from?

From the Spire, duh.

[She may not be able to Telewarp anymore, but his reaction makes Shadow Sneak feel pretty close.]

Pfft, just one of my Ghost powers, I guess. I couldn't resist. Sorry 'bout it! Guess I've really been itching for a chance to practice... If it's any consolation, you got some truly impressive air just now!

It's uh... it's really impressive. [He has to groom his hackles back down to cover his embarrassment, but his fur is giving off literal heat.] Really, sneaking up on a cat is difficult.

[Maybe not as difficult on a kitten. Firepaw, at least, firmly believes that the older cats in his Clan could have seen her coming.

He stands back up and shakes himself off, before turning to face her properly.]

So - should we spar, or try aiming our attacks at things on the beach?

Why, thank you! It's a gift.

[She giggles, smug as ever.]

Up to you, since you were the one offering. Didn't you mention before that it'd be nice to spar with somebody your own size?

I did, didn't I?

[His ears perk up, and he crouches down with a little butt wiggle.]

Alright - powers allowed, but we'll stop if one of us yowls. Or... whatever Twolegs do.

[He's not waiting for confirmation, he's gonna pounce on her and try to knock her over.]

[Seeing his (adorable) battle stance, she titters.] Scream, I guess?

[Works for me, she's about to say—just as he pounces. His crouched form at least gave her some warning, so she ducks away into her shadow again with a gasp.

Since she gave him a preview of that move before, he might be able to see her coming this time by watching the movement of her shadow, which snakes under him toward his tail, so she can reemerge behind him and swipe at him with her claws.]

Over here, dummy!

[He's expecting to collide with a body, so he hits the ground fairly hard when she dodges away. Still, he manages to follow her shadow and spins around in time to see her coming at him. Not fast enough to avoid the claws, though, and he hisses in pain when they connect.]

Agh, those are sharp!

[Although it doesn't hurt as much as if he were a cat, interestingly enough. Firepaw moves forward as if he's going to scratch her, but instead aims a small Ember at where he thinks she'll move to.]

[She gives a playful laugh.] Don't say I didn't warn you!

[She did tell him before that she wouldn't go easy on him—but she does have the decency to hold back at least a little, since they're only sparring.

Following the movement of his paw, she lurches backward, only for his Ember to hit her square in the neck of her disguise. The attack is small, but it burns right through the white thread repair stitching there; Shoka gasps as the neck of her disguise breaks with an audible crack, forcing her false head to flop limply backward. Dark, shadowy particles spill from the opening in the cloth like blood from an open wound.]

Hah—not bad.

[It's an unnerving sight, but she's apparently unharmed, judging by the way she immediately straightens again and flies at him head-on with a Scratch attack.]

Take this!

[The sight of her head cracking to the side, and what looks like blood seeping into the cloth, unnerves him enough that he freezes in place. For a full second he thinks he seriously hurt her, and that's plenty of time for the Scratch to hit him right in the chest.

Firepaw hits the sand hard, and rolls onto his back so he can try to grab her with his forepaws. Does it count as a Scratch if he's kicking with his back legs? Maybe not, but cat fighting moves still come easier to him.]

How does that not hurt!?

What, these cute little bunny kicks you're doing right now?

[Though grabbing her seems to be no problem, with his claws hooking easily into the fabric of her disguise, his Scratch attack is somehow ineffective. Eerily, she seems to turn suddenly incorporeal each time he tries, and his back paws slide right through her like she's made of vapor.]

Guess I'm just built different!

[Her dangling false head is indication enough that his Ember worked at least—even if she still doesn't seem to be in any pain.

While they're still in close quarters, she readies her Wood Hammer attack, coiling a shadowy tendril around her tail-stick before lifting it over her head, preparing to swing it down on him.]

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