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Originally Posted by Midgefur
Watching the young she-cat in his periphery, the grey and white tom's muzzle curved up at the edges as he noted her excited bounce and chirpy meow. It would definitely be a treat to have an enthusiastic apprentice. When her nose scrunched at the thought of running through the sodden moor, Harrierclaw held back a chuckle- it definitely wasn't ideal, but if she could keep herself steady on this sort of terrain, he was confident she'd hold up WindClan's namesake running ability. As she got herself ready, he got into a crouch to the side as well, taking note of Larkpaw's poise and nodding when she glanced back at him. Heartbeats later she was off, and the warrior kept a steady pace behind her.
Under his feet, the grass was slicker than he previously thought. The earth was still frozen, so any mud and water on top was loose and didn't provide a lot of grip. He kept his toes splayed cautiously and had a careful eye on Larkpaw's movements- she'd quickened her pace after a while and was moving nicely, fluidly. But eventually the ground did slide out from under her, and Harrierclaw saw her hind legs slip.
"Keep it up, you're doing well!" He meowed when she paused to clear off the clumping mud, slowing to a trot until she picked up her speed again. By the time they were close to the end of the moor, the cool drizzle had soaked his head and shoulders and his once stark white belly and legs were splotched with patches of mud, he assumed Larkpaw would be pretty equally disheveled and so he would give her a bit of time to catch her breath and tidy up before continuing with the less messy portion of the day's training.
"For such bad weather you did exceptionally!" Harrierclaw congratulated her, biting out clumps of mud from between the toes of his forepaw, "I was thinking of practicing some hunting stances, and if you get the hang of it right away, we can try catching something to bring back with us." |
Her already messily-decorated coat was splotched with mud, especially in the area where she'd fallen. The brown substance climbed up her hind legs, whilst also spritzing her barrel, before sitting its way up her spine. Her claws felt shaggy and chunks of earth had gathered up in between her toes. Larkpaw was utterly annoyed by it all, yet something made her want to just go out and do it again. She couldn't help but to admit that loping through the rain was somewhat amusing, even if she did and up splattered by the end of it. The feeling of the cool drizzle trembling across her bodice, delving into the curves of her shoulders, grasping at the hairs on her back. It was kind of just reassuring, in a way.
The younger feline dipped her head at her mentor's statement, a slim smile climbing across her face. Her eyelashes were glittered with small droplets of water, only framing the amber of her eyes even better. With a twitching tail, and sagging shoulders, the she-cat expressed her happiness for something more simpler by heaving a sigh. Her breath was still regaining its usual pace, as was her heartbeat. After a few moments, she tore her gaze off of the ground, eyes meeting with the body of Harrierclaw in front of her. He too, was painted in the same brown as she, and Larkpaw just giggled at the sight. She didn't matter if it came off rude or not -- which it shouldn't of. The female had simply felt the need to laugh at the disgrace that their coats were both in. It was a genuine laugh, something that hadn't escaped from her lips in a long time. And Larkpaw enjoyed every last second of it.