Upon receiving feedback, Aster nodded. More force in a real fight, keep his paw closer to his body so there's less room for retaliation. Alright. Sounds... um... doable? He's never thought so hard about his moves or his techniques when fighting. That one time he fought a baby raccoon for food when he was still making his way to ThunderClan had felt more like he was just flaining his limbs around. He'd never imagined there'd be so much structure and technique.

"Okay," Aster agrees, setting his brows and trying to feel some amount of confidence. He's not sure how well this will go - Bumblestar is clan leader after all, she's wickedly strong and could probably kill him in one bite like he's nothing more than prey. Maybe she'll hold back a little bit? Either way, is she expecting him to make the first move? Probably.

The young tom takes a moment to assess the situation, and, if Bumblestar does seem to be waiting for him to move first, he'll dart in low to the ground, veering slightly to her left, and attempt to spring up, reaching a paw out - claws sheathed - to bat at her shoulder with more force than he had while trying the move out the first time, hoping to maybe upset her balance slightly.

He drops his lavender quickly when Redhawk falls into the pond, the need to hold on to them forgotten for the moment. Urgently, he tries to usher her away from the edge.

"Are you alright?!" He asks frantically, unsure how best to treat a cat that's sopping wet in this cold. She needs to get warm and dry, probably, and he hates how his first instinct is that he should bring her inside of a house, next to the heat box or the fire. But there has to be ways to get warm out in the forest, too, surely? "Um- I don't know how to get you warm and dry... we should head back right away, shouldn't we? Drizzlecloud can make you not get sick if we hurry, right?!"

There's a note of panic in Aster's voice as he looks from Redhawk to Drizzlenight. One of them has to know if that's the right thing to do, yes? If she got sick...

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Assured now that Redhawk would at least not suffer anything severe, Asterpaw nods to Drizzlenight, his grounded voice bringing the apprentice back down to reality for now. He'd never seen water before, he wasn't sure what to expect if someone fell into it in this cold, but the warriors had more experience, they would know if this had truly been dangerous. Cautiously, Aster glances between the parted cattails to the herbs hidden there when the sopping wet warrior picks quite a bit of them. He's been thinking of grabbing some, too, but had decided against it when he remembered how easily Redhawk fell in. She, at least, had experience around water.

Nodding at the suggestion to head back, Aster quickly rushes over to where he'd dropped his lavender, scooping the two sprigs back into his mouth. His spoils feel meager compared to both warrior's, but together they have a good sum of supplies... hopefully that would make up for his lack thereof. He follows back to camp.

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