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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
A small abyssinian padded calmly after her mentor, a wide grin on her maw. It had been a while since they had had a training session and she couldn't wait to show her mentor her improved skill from last time. Being a new apprentice, the she-cat still had so much to learn and she was always eager to know more. Knowing that she was being taught by the deputy and one with many moons of experience, it boosted her confidence. Caracalpaw was an ambitious cat and she hoped deeply that she would one day grow to be WindClan's leader. Of course, there were many chances that she would change her mind in the future. After all, wasn't it every apprentices dream to become the leader?
The she-cat was quickly brought out of her thoughts as Shrikecall spoke his orders. Caracalpaw nodded in response and narrowed her eyes, getting into a crouched position, making sure that her claws were sheathed. They didn't want injuries now did they? Being as sudden as she could, the abyssinian suddenly leapt off the ground. The crouch she had had gave her a big spring, making her go further. Her yellow hues were focused on the back of her mentor, occasionally looking from side to side. Having watched others apprentice's train before, the she-cat was prepared for her mentor to suddenly move to the side. Her big leap had given her enough time to move to the side if needed. When it came to learning, Caracalpaw didn't necessarily have to do the move herself to do it. She obviously had to practise, but being a rather observant cat meant she could observe something and hopefully she would be able to catch on quickly, practising the move by herself. The bronze she-cat had been born with many talents, and catching on to something quickly was one of them. She could easily learn something, however she normally made others wait a long time whilst she practised. The she-cat aimed for perfection. Caracalpaw didn't go for average, that was never good enough for her. Her ambition and dedication lead to her never giving up until she was perfect. That was the kind of cat that Caracalpaw was. Don't underestimate her and guess that she's just average, because you will be proved wrong. No matter how long it takes her to get it right. |
As Caracalpaw had thought, Shrikecall moved to the side. But then, instead of staying there... he moved back behind her. Where she wouldn't be able to regather herself quickly enough to land, then whip around. His eyes gleamed and flashed, tail lashing back and forth, whipping in the air like a skinny flag. Once she had landed, he leapt fowards, claws sheathed-- and thankfully, being an older cat, he didn't weigh enough to crush the apprentice. No, he was actually quite skinny.... dangerously so, it wasn't good that he was that small. It could actually result in him not being able to protect himself through another leaf-bare. But, in the early moons of new-leaf, and then with green-leaf coming up so quickly, prey would be plentiful and perhaps Shrikecall would feel as though it were okay to eat more. His eyes flashed with pleasure... it wasn't an often occurance when Shrikecall got to fight in a battle. Especially since he had become deputy, there had been no reason to fight.
And, even if there had.... it was more likely Blazingstar would try and find a peaceful solution. That was the most important thing, peace. And yet Shrikecall loved the thrill of battle. He would be disappointed if they ran out of reasons to fight... though with the Dusk Syndicate nearby? When would that ever happen? Probably never. There was a good chance that there would be fights coming up soon. Though, whether he knew it or not, Shrikecall was already fighting... he was fighting to stay alive the best he could. It was rough, knowing that he was probably the oldest deputy there had been in a while. 70 moons... that was quite an age for a warrior. He should have retired to the elders' den by now. And yet, Shrikecall was still fighting. Why? Because he didn't want to live out the rest of his days as a lazy elder. Though he knew he would be a respected and semi-valuable member to the Clan, he was more concerned with helping in any way that he could.
And, at the moment, he was most concerned with making sure that his apprentice was able to fight well. He landed just behind her, his jump cut a little short. "Always be ready for your opponent to move anywhere. Or, be ready for them to stay put. Don't be caught off guard." He told her, hues flashing for a moment as he stood there. Even when he was speaking to her, his limbs were tensed. Now, the tom might not be as young as he used to... but he was able to fight almost as well as he used to. There were just a couple of small-- well, big, really-- problems that he needed to get under control. Such as the problem of his age... and the problem of him not being as strong as he used to be. Both could cost him dearly in battle, and both were things that he would have preferred not to cost him in battle. "Now then, if you're okay, we can continue." His voice wasn't harsh, or cold, it was simply professional and businesslike. But, his hues had a certain type of warmness in them that showed he was pleased with the effort. He couldn't ask for her to do it right, or even perfectly... just to try her best and at least shoot for perfect.