[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Skelly

Midgepaw blinked, hoping that it was nothing like the harsh and occasionally deadly training in the Syndicate. If it was, Midgepaw would rather be an elder or leave WindClan, because he couldn't stand harshness and had a low pain tolerance, which he had likely inherited from his father, but he had no idea who his father was, for Phantom had never told him anything of who his father was, and she had never said who her parents were,for where she came from. He assumed that he was 100% a Syndicate cat in blood, but not in heart or mind. He loved the wide open moors and roaring wind and all of that, and he didn't ever want to leave his new home. He didn't mind trees, but this place was perfect without them, although he always felt a little bit exposed unless he cold duck behind something and hide out of sight from anyone else. Collecting bedding sounded like fun to Midgepaw, and it made him feel homesick, which was something he had never considered possible, but it was just homesick for the healer's den, with Bush and the strong scents of herbs and all that. “Sheep wool?” Midgepaw asked, tipping his head to one side curiously. He had never heard of that before, and he guessed by what she'd paired it with that it was some type of nesting material. He nodded, then a look of horror entered his gaze as she continued, and he almost felt the urge to run, to hide. “Oh.” he mewed, her words had calmed him down a bit. It was alright as long as claws were sheathed, although he knew that he would always think of battling, even pretend battling, to have claws unsheathed, as was necessary to survive if you were anywhere but the Clans. “So it's all just play then?” he asked, confused.

Shaking her head, Dewpaw looked toward the warrior's den. "Training is a little more than playing, since what we learn is actually what we use during a real battle," she explained. About the sheep wool, she suddenly got a great idea and her bubbly attitude returned. The molly seemed to give a little bounce on her paws and her gaze glimmered as her excitement grew. The she-cat stood up, her dark-furred tail waving behind her. As the sunlight broke out from behind a cover of cloud, Dewpaw exclaimed, "Let's go to the warrior's den! I can walk fine," she added, scowling for only a mere second at her leg. "But there's sheep wool in there. A sheep, do you know what a sheep is? Oh, follow me," she said, turning and bounding toward the warrior's den, the wind flying through her fur and her paws skimming the ground.
(Sorry for the short response!)