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Originally Posted by Nighty
Singenight gave a smile smile, the tips of his maw curving upwards. He liked the apprentices enthusiasm, especially for fighting. Most cats he had met were leary of fighting and wished to learn it, not use it. He knew that if one didn't use the learned skills they possessed then it was as if they didn't know it at all. He gave a slight nod. "Then to the moors we go." He said turning with a flick of his half tail. He liked the compliment and was glad the young cat supported his and Gorsefeather, when it seemed like not many others did.
(Shall we move to the training moors?)
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(Yep)
Ebonypaw just barely saw Singenight's smile and his eyes brightened, tail waving behind him as he sped up slightly, realizing he was going slower. "Great!" He purred,
The moors! Oh just wait until I tell Bramblepaw about this! The apprentice smirked as he imagined what his friend would say. He shook the thought away and flicked his ears forward, following Singenight out to the moors.