` ✦ ° ┊ every single night we fight ﹙ o, training session ﹚

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]After last week's apathy towards training, Ren should've been smart enough to no-show and pretend that he missed the call. More calls in regards to the other clans potentially showing up had been the thing to pique his interest and well, it was true when they said that curiosity killed the cat. Shrinking his bicoloured form through slouching and crouching, the tom was limiting how much he stood out against the green backdrop, and for good reason. Running when it was so early in the morning (it wasn't that early) felt like a death sentence on legs already beat up by a poor sleep schedule influenced by the elders of the group. These 'training' sessions were instead used as a wits test by the feline in order to see how well he could manipulate what was being said to get out of chores. Take a lap could've just meant walking, or gracing one's tongue against the surface of the observatory - even with a sandpaper-esque tongue, the latter almost sounded worse than sprinting though. Even as the newcomer called, eyes flashing with a competitive spirit, the male's passion for idling about didn't change. 

Finding a perfect place to sit down, far enough away from the others to look like a rock but close enough to watch the different battle styles, Ren would curl himself up into a ball, ears barely poking out from the tall grasses. His vision may've been blocked by wet glades of grass, but the male figured he could see and hear enough to get an idea of what everyone would be doing. Whether you're outsized it doesn't matter since it don't matter in real battles he found himself repeating mentally, rubbing his cheek against his own alabaster forepaw. He'd disagree but also digress, there was no shame in backing off and regrouping if one turned out to be too hot to handle - how else would Ren've survived against a tiger? Amorphous power aside, he was still dwarved by the striped creatures in his other form. It always seemed smarter to just retreat if things got hairy, justice was important but was rarely worth throwing your life away for.