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Windcrest padded behind Crowheart. "A-Are you sure? I'm mean...about combat t-training?" She murmured looking at her paws as she walked, watching the ground pass beneath her pedestals. The fae wasn't really comfortable with fighting but she knew if she'd remain in Windclan, she needed to know how to fight and protect those who couldn't protect themselves. So, with that thought, the she-cat fluffed out her fur, then relaxed it and gave herself a silent pep-talk about how she'd do her best and not make Crowheart look bad as a 'mentor'. The white, cream, tabby marked she-cat padded up to his side and gave him what she thought was a confident look, when in reality it looked like she was worried about someone's well-being or she really needed to go make some dirt.