[ti]Open[/ti]Hit em' Hard!

[Dofferz!]

"Hey Slateface!" finchpaw meowed, hoping to grasp the attention of his mentor before continuing on, body swaying in early morning excitement. "I think i perfected that move I had to work on!" what was it called again? He couldn't remember too well, but it was something about the opponent rearing and him using that to his own advantage. He had practiced it with Rosespark a couple times until he had gotten the hang of succeeding, and now he was ready to seemingly show that off to his mentor. Energy rushed through his muscles, and it surely was a blessing that his kit like energy supplied him enough to be awake and active throughout the day without a proper night's rest. In all truthfulness, Finchpaw had began to forgot what it was like to sleep and not visit the forest and his friend. But that was besides the point. His only intention now was to show his mentor how much he had improved overnight and to continue down the route of becoming Mistclan's best warrior.

The bicoloured male crouched down, licking his lips in anticipation as he waited for Slateface's reaction. Besides, hadn't training only just begun? With Finchpaw keeping his secret safe from everybody except his closest friends, how on earth could he of done so? But nevertheless, as he wiggled his haunches and gleefully bounced into a small snowdrift, he was 'merely exaggerating.'

knee high in white powder, Finchpaw scrambled out of the drift and purred, "Do you wanna see?"

KingHarry

[KingHarry]

Concern immediately appeared in Slateface's expression. Finchpaw had mastered the move already? But... They'd barely practised it? How- Had he been practising with other cats? In this weather? Oh dear. It was far too slippery for that right now! 

"Rolling about in this snow is only going to either cause you to freeze to death, or make you step on something that you'd usually see if it wasn't covered up." Slateface stated, poking at his apprentice with a single paw to get him to stand up properly again. His reaction was typical of him - the poor warrior often worrying unnecessarily about, well, everything. It had been that way ever since the fox attack that had given him his limp. The injury had changed him (in his opinion, for the better).

"We're not going to practise fighting today. There's ice about, and I don't want to see you slipping. Instead, we're going to patrol the borders. MothClan's been trying to gain more territory recently, so we're going to reaffirm the borders." Providing that Slateface couldn't detect any MothClan warriors about, anyway. If that was the case, they were going to head straight back to camp to gather more warriors before they faced them.

"When everything's thawed out a bit, then we'll do more fighting practice."