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Originally Posted by Nighty

Rusticash waited, somewhat impatiently, for her to answer. He paused though, not letting his impatience show. He knew she was probably thinking about what her weakness was. He knew it was something most cats didn't focus on. His mentor certainly hadn't. He saw a strength and focused on that more than anything. Because of that, Rustkcash was forced to work everything else out by himself, or with his adopted mother. Either way, weaknesses were not an easy subject. "Speed and agility." He repeated more for himself than for Clawpaw. "We can work on that. I've had the liberty of watching a Windclan training session before. I guess now I can use some of their tactics." He said, rather impressed that he had seen that and was now getting to put it to use. "Now, run, around this clearing. Pace your self, keep a constant speed. You don't have to go fast at first, but slowly pick up speed. Your limbs should grow used to the strain and movement over time. This will need practice, even after your apprenticeship is over, but it will pay for its self in the long run." He explained. "Now go." He commanded sternly as he lowered himself down to sit in the middle.

The white feline listened carefully, her ears twitching. She was somewhat impressed he had seen a WindClan training session-- how had he done that? But she didn't question it. Obviously the older warrior knew best, and she was not going to ask him how he knew it, or why he was asking her to do something like that. Whatever it was would help her with her speed and agility, which she was thankful for. "Got it." She mewed confidently, and then began to run. It was at a medium speed, about the pace that an older warrior might go...which was embarassing, but she knew if she wanted to pick up speed she was going to have to start slow.
She couldn't just blame herself. Her parents were the ones who were to blame with their genes, whatever happened was in her own now and she was irritated by it. Of course it would be her who ended up with the slower gene. Not her traitor, Cross-Clan brother Whisperblaze. That idiot. She thought with a snort, wondering where the tom was now. Perhaps she should pay him a little visit. It might be nice to see her brother again. After all, it had been...what, since the first time she was an apprentice? Since she had seen him.
Hopefully he wasn't thriving. Just thinking of Whisperblaze seemed to make Clawpaw angry and she slowly picked up speed, imagining she was stalking the tom, getting ready to make a leap for him. It was going fairly well. Slowly, slowly her speed was increasing, and she felt much better about it. Thank goodness she wouldn't be stuck as a slowpoke forever. That would be too much for her to bear, not being able to run and act like a normal apprentice. At least she wasn't the slowest out of the group. It wouldn't be long before she was a warrior, either... something she was very thankful for, that way she would be able to do more things and not focus on her training. Just as soon as she got her speed and agility up.