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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 6, 2007 9:42:46 GMT -5
Cherrypaw padded into the AirClan clearing. She had just awoken from sleep, and even now, it was hard for her to do anything without yawning. "Nightstrike?" she called, looking around for her mentor. This would be their first training session, and Cherrypaw was excited, despite her weariness. Her gray-and-white tabby pelt was ruffled, from her tossing and turning the night before. Slowly, she began to groom herself, as she waited for a call from her mentor.
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Post by Applepelt on Jul 6, 2007 10:53:51 GMT -5
The black deputy came padding into the camp and spotted his apprentice. "Cherrypaw are you ready to go" he mewed. He sat beside her and smiled,he loved to train apprentice and he had a good feeling about Cherrypaw. That she was going to be a good warrior "Lets go do some fighting practice" he asked
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 6, 2007 11:19:36 GMT -5
"Sure!" Cherrypaw nearly bounced with delight. "Fighting? Wow! When I was a kit, some of the apprentices bragged about their fighting skills! I'll show them! What are we going to do first?" Her enthusiasm was like a tidal wave, crashing down on top of her and taking over her every word.
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Post by Applepelt on Jul 6, 2007 12:57:41 GMT -5
Nightstrike let a little laugh escape and smiled at her. "Lets see what happens when you try to attack a cat" he mewed and stood tall and right in front of her "Now come at me" he instructed
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Post by ~*Rainstorm*~ on Jul 8, 2007 16:34:31 GMT -5
"Okay!" Cherrypaw tried to look fierce, but she could never quitemaster that look in her eyes. Instead, she bore a look of excitement. Crouching, she wiggled her haunches around in the air. Her eyes darted across Nightstrike. Where would she attack? Finally, she looked straight at her mentor's underbelly. But aimed for his shoulders. She pounced, landing squarely on the warrior's shoulders. Would he shake her off easily?
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