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NIGHTOWL @
Cecily Herondale @
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On Wormbite's mark Lightpaw began to move. She was extraordinarily unsatisfied with the running and would've much rather preferred laps in a pond somewhere, but she assumed remaining dry was probably beneficial for this training session. She jogged slightly behind Wormbite narrowing her eyes as she observed his wounded leg. She had been surprised to hear they were training again, after their patrol had been cut short by his injury. She was slightly satisfied to see he was taking it easy but a worried crease appeared on her face as the group trotted around the clearing.
It was a bit difficult with the sand, while the substrate was nice and soft to stand on or jump into, running worked her muscles ferociously. With every pawstep her paws sunk in a little deeper and to pull them out strained the small she-cat. She had to imagine the sand was deep, it was halfway up her legs as the group treaded around and around. "Great Starclan." She whined, normally the molly kept her mouth shut respectfully, but the task in THIS heat proved to be a worthy reason to show her discomfort.