[goddess of ducks]

Originally Posted by MaskedBandits

Burstpaw was in pain, he couldn't deny it, but he wanted to continue the lesson. I'm so close! And now that the moss is here, I probably won't get hurt! He liked the idea of cushioning his fall; he knew he'd probably screw up another landing soon, and with the green below him, he'd be a lot safer. "Yes, I still want to continue!" He said in his own defiant tone, looking Flamingarrow straight in the eye. As long as I don't miss the moss, I'll be fine. If I do... I'm sure how I'll be able to get up.

Burstpaw crouched down for the third time, looking straight at the moss. He was going to aim just above it, so that way his landing would be on the pallet no matter what. He prepared for the leap, eyes never leaving his target and his back legs bursting with energy. Just pretend that moss is an enemy warrior, trying to get at the nursery. With that motivation, he suddenly leaped into the air, immediately turning 180 degrees. The sane thing as last time happened; he actually completed the rotation. Smiling, he stick out his claws as if to attack someone, but claws sheathed. Haha!

This time, though, he wasn't as wrapped up in the moment, and remembered he had to land. Burstpaw struggled to come up with a landing strategy as the ground grew closer and closer. Uh... Just land like you would for a different move! And since that was all he could cons up with, that's what he did. He spread out his paws, making sure his body was right side up, and hit the moss without a sound. He stumbled backwards from the shock, but it really hadn't hurt. Hey! I kinda did it! He glanced back at his mentor, still grinning. "I kinda did it," He meowed, searching for approval in his mentor's gaze.

Flamingarrow watched. He had a feeling that Burstpaw wasn't letting on fully how he felt. He couldn't blame him though, he knew how it was to be an apprentice, he had always wanted to train too, never really wanting to stop. Mainly because training gave him something to be dooing and after six moons of nothing in the campp as a kit, he was all tooeager to get out and start practicing to be the best there was. He watched though as Burstpaw pushed on, confident in himself. He trusted him, but if he thought Burstpaw was going through too much, he would stop him and take him home. Burstpaw looked good going into the spin, starting at a good time with a decent about of force for his spin. Everything was looking good and then the landing. He held his breath, watching in hopeful anticipation. When he landed successfully, he released his breath with a happy sigh. He approached the young cat with a broad smile. "Kinda did it? It was nearly perfect Burstpaw!" he said, pride filling him with excitement for his apprentice. "Now, do you want a break? Want to keep practicing here? Or go hunt?" He asked. "If you want to go home that's fine, we can start again tomorrow. If you want to stay here we can work on the vertical flips if you're up for it. Or if you want to go hunting, maybe I can teach you some stuff about hunting in a tree and not just under them." He asked.