[dionysus]

@Slushie
Cormorantpaw flattened his ears at the nonexistent notes of disappointment that he convinced himself he could perceive in Buckbranch’s voice. The apprentice offered no more than a brief nod to show that he heard his mentor’s words, focusing on trying to implement them rather than respond. The mention of warding off a Shadowclan attacker made the fur along Cormporantpaw’s neck start to bristle and he forcibly slowed his breathing to concentrate on where each of Buckbranch’s blows were aimed. Instead of using his legs to shield his face, he waited for the tortoiseshell paws to come near him before raising his own black and grey paw to bat them away before they could reach his face. He succeeded with more blows this way than he had before, though about half of them still snuck through. His stamina had improved though, now that his forelegs weren’t being battered, and he felt he could keep going.