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Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat
Minkpaw managed to keep up - just barely - and skidded into the training cave. Lashing the dust away from her, she glanced around as memories of trying to manage battle moves made her feel a bit worried, her ears pinning back a bit. She pricked them back up when she remembered she'd be training with Tornadopaw.
The area, she figured, was empty enough and she couldn't make a TOTAL fool out of herself. "O-Okay!" She replied, hoping the things she was thinking of didn't happen. Her thoughts weren't AWFUL, but more.. embarrassing. She gave a tiny shudder, but focused herself.
She scented the air, like she saw him do. She didn't know why, it felt.. right for some reason. Perhaps it was important? She was honestly unsure. Minkpaw took a deep breath, made sure her claws weren't unsheathed, and lashed her tail slightly.
For some reason, his eagerness to help made her more willing to practice. She hated being made a fool of in any other instance, but it just felt like playing around with Tornadopaw in this instance. She was still nervous, but less.
She swallowed dryly and gave a barely noticeable nod. She lunged at him, her ears pinned back as she pushed on his stomach, pinning him to the ground. With a tiny pant, she gave a tiny grin. I finally did something! No,
focus Minkpaw! She thought.
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"Are you backing out?" Tornadopaw lashed his tail playfully. He could tell she was in deep thought. Deep thought about what? There was nothing to be afraid of! At least to him, but he knew that she lacked the ability of fighting. She probably could perfect basic moves like a pounce. But, Tornadopaw knew that it was more skill to pouncing than just a simple lunging move. The only time Tornadopaw allowed himself to focus was when battling. A friend once told him that distraction, in a battle would get him killed. That he always must remain focus when the other cat is his enemy. Tornadopaw was a benevolent cat. He was sensitive to most things, and only wished to love an easy life.
On the other hand, battles happen. Oh, they happen all the time! To which he wouldn't be prepared for most when he's chosen to fight. He isn't entitled to anything. Most likely, the tom might end up dying in a battle. He just hoped...it wouldn't be so soon.
Now, he was distracted again. Getting lost in his thoughts as he thought about death. Funny...he figured he was frightened of the though of dying just like Minkpaw was. However, that was completely gone once he felt himself pushed to the ground. Minkpaw stood proudly above him, and the tom narrowed his eyes a bit.
"Took you long enough," he purred. The tom didn't think she would had done it, but it was a simple move. At least he knew she knew the basics.
"Not bad, for an amateur." He glowed, his eyes beaming.
"However, you always must keep your ears alert for a-" before he finished, he used his hind legs to forcefully throw her off him. He hoped he didn't throw her too hard. Tornadopaw wished to finish what he wanted to tell her. However, he had forgot, so he stood there for a while, looking absent minded or trying to find lost words to make up his sentence.
Then, he simply let it go, becoming once again distracted, but kept his gaze upon his new friend.
"Are you okay!? I hope I didn't throw you off too hard!" He ran her way. The tom was extremely caring. He didn't want to hurt anyone. If she was an enemy, however, he was forced to not care. But she wasn't an enemy.