[ConfusedCas]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The warrior's hues flashed with the slightest bit of sadness as he examined the younger cat. True, he hadn't really thought that it would be an instant friendship-- not after what had happened at the Breezerock-- but he had at least thought that it would be better then this, more respect and perhaps even a neutral agreement between the two. But much to Obsidiansky's chagrin, it wasn't working the way he had imagined at all. For a moment, the tom's hues flashed as though he were going to ignore the question again, but he knew he couldn't keep doing that. What if Singenight returned? They were going to need all the help they could get to fight against whatever cat might attack. Besides, even if Singenight didn't return, the other Clans could be taken over again.

And even if they weren't; even if everything remained the way it always had been; there were always border scuffles, and other things that would result in injury if the younger tom wasn't properly trained. So no matter how much Obsidiansky would like to 'parent' Rainpaw, and be a friend to him, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Was it?

"ThunderClan cats are stronger then us, but aren't as fast and agile. We can normally dart in, land a hit, and dart out. Pinning them down isn't the best idea-- they can usually throw us off, unless they're a smaller cat then you. The best option when faced against a ThunderClan cat would be to try and hit as many blows as you can and hope they retreat after they're too hurt. Don't ever kill purposely; unless there's no other option, and you're already tried retreating. It's better to retreat then to kill." Obsidiansky explained, and then glanced at Rainpaw to make sure that he had gotten and understood all that the older tom had said. Obsidiansky was a little disappointed...both in Rainpaw, and in himself. He was normally able to gain others' friendship; yet it seemed no matter how hard he tried, he only drove Rainpaw further away.

His tail twitched as Obsidiansky repeated himself again. Yes I know we are fast and agile! He bit back the reply and continued to listen carefully. "Right." He nodded, wondering if he would ever have to actually kill in battle. From what he told me about my mother, she needed to. Quickly he pushed the thought aside, he wasn't like her.
"What kind of blows? And wouldn't that take to long?" He inquired with interest, eyes finally sparking with curiosity instead of hostility. It seemed battle training made Rainpaw more pleasant, or at least it distracted him.
(Sorry for the short post)