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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
The brown tabby shook his head a little, as though in admiration of the tom. He remembered he had been a much lazier apprentice; and although those were some of the best moons of his life, they had equally been some of the worst because of his embarassment. Of course he would be embarassed about them, since they had been...well...not his greatest accomplishments, but he could equally be pleased with them. After all, the best moons of his life-- that was no small accomplishment. "Alright. I think you get the hang of RiverClan-- let's move on. WindClan cats...what can you tell me about the way they fight and their weak spots?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at the younger cat as though to say I have you now. Of course that wasn't what he was thinking...and it was an odd thing to think, if he had been, but normal in a sense as well.
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He thought for a moment on the question. When going to gatherings,he had remembered seeing how skinny and thin Windclan cats were,long limbs meant for running across the moor. "Well they live on moors,so they will try to attack from the bottom on the moor,so the sun is in my eyes," the apprentice started,going over what he had learned,"they attack with speed,not strength which is where Thunderclan cats can overpower them." he mewed simply. While he hadn't had to fight any Windclan cats himself,he figured they would fight in numbers and speed rather then strength and stealth like Thunderclan had.