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Originally Posted by Estelle
Sprucejumper sure didn't speak a lot. He was real quiet, but Poppypaw could respect that. She could speak enough for the both of them, surely, it wouldn't a dull moment! Besides, he seemed nice otherwise and that amused Poppypaw, especially in contrast with his aloof expression and devil-may-care attitude. How did she know he was nice? Well, he was getting up, giving her the time of day, and essentially confirming her would train her. It didn't get much nicer for the older apprentice, and she gave the young warrior a bright smile in turn.
"None!"
She replied eagerly, dropping to the ground as she made a little jump.
"Well. Bigcat taught me how to hunt! I can hunt real good now, mhm!! But I'm also alllllllllllways falling, yknow? Or tripping. The ground likes to trip me! I don't mind. But some do mind. I think. They look or laugh and it is funny really. Do you think I'll become as good a warrior as Pap??"
[ @Alchemist Kitsune ]
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12 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
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Right. So that was a lot of information. And a very personal question that the former kittypet did not intend to respond to because... The hell should he know?! He didn't even know who this apprentice's father was. How was he supposed to know if he was a decent warrior or not? Not to mention that he had no idea what the molly's skills were like. Nope, Speaks-a-Lot could simply keep wondering. As for the training, however... Well, that sounded like she had none.
A grunt escaped Sprucejumper, a rare frown marring his face. It seemed that not only did she not have training, but other cats laughed at her for her clumsiness? He could empathize with that, a small lick of indignation running down his features. Look. Some cats were just not born with amazing reflexes, okay? They had to be honed. Perfected. Like The Boulder had done with him. Laughing at her just because she wasn't an expert at something she hadn't been taught to do was stupid. It made these star worshipers no better than the violent bullies back in the city that laughed at him as they beat him for fun, his inability to defend himself amusing them for a while before they let him go. Well, maybe he wasn't an expert at fighting, but he was damn better than those no good idiots who were just laughing at Speaks-a-Lot. He would teach her what little he could. Maybe that would give her a leg up and let her find a more competent warrior to learn from in the future.
"Balance."
It was a singular word, accompanied by a nod. If she kept falling, then that was the first thing she needed to work on. She knew how to hunt. That meant she had skill already. But balance was essential for fighting and climbing. Even a cat with less than impressive strength as he understood that much. A misstep could cost you a meal when hunting. But in battle and up above the limbs of a tree? It could cost you everything. The star worshipers might believe there was another life filled with perfection up in the stars, but even they knew better than to run blindly to death. Perhaps due to some self ingrained understanding that there really were no cats up in the stars. That only the dark awaited them. But it was clear that Speaks-a-Lot would need to at the very least master some semblance of equilibrium before continuing.
Tapping his paw on the ground to make certain he had her attention, he lifted himself off the ground, balancing on his two hind legs, using his tail to remain upright with minimal effort. He didn't expect her to be able to accomplish standing upright in one go. Sprucejumper didn't even expect her to master this at all. But with this exercise she would be able to see what she was lacking. Why she kept tumbling. And more importantly, he would be able to see it as well. The chocolate point was uncertain if this would make a difference for what he could offer to teach her, but it was worth a shot. After a moment, he sat back down, dead panned eyes on her as he lifted a paw, pointing at her. The silent message clear.
Try.