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Post by Spottedheart on Jul 24, 2008 0:17:10 GMT -5
Spottedheart led Dustpaw into the far corner of the training hollow and meowed," Ok Dustpaw today we are going to do some battle training."
Dustpaw looked up with joy.
"Attack me as best as you can, but remember, claws sheathed," instructed Spottedheart to her daughter.
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Post by Stormflower; Mapleclaw on Jul 24, 2008 18:09:08 GMT -5
Dustpaw shifted from paw to paw, trying to figure out where to attack. Seeing that her mother had most of her weight shifted to her left side, she bounded forward, and just as she was right infront of her she leapt, feeling her paws land on fur, though not with a very strong grip.
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Post by Spottedheart on Jul 26, 2008 18:59:57 GMT -5
Spottedheart rolled onto her back and back onto her paws she batted Dustpaws ears with her paws.
"Dustpaw, when you lunge out like that you have got to get a firm grip on your enemies fur. But when you sense that they are going to roll over like what I did you got to be prepared for when they are on their back and they're under belly is unprotected so then you can claw at it with your hind claws," Spottedhearrt meowed to Dustpaw.
"Now try again.'
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Post by Stormflower; Mapleclaw on Jul 28, 2008 9:36:53 GMT -5
Dustpaw sucked in a deep breath and let it out loudly. Nodding, she flatted herself onto the earth, slowly creeping forward. She suddenly burst forward, just missing her mothers outstreched paws. Twirling in the air she held a firm grip on Spottedhearts back with her paws.
"I did it!" She yipped excitedly. Losing her focus, she slipped off and fell on the soft, mossy earth.
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Post by Spottedheart on Aug 29, 2008 20:30:53 GMT -5
Spottedheart looked at her daughter approvingly and meowed, " I think that's enough for today," and with that the brave warrior of Thunderclan padded out of the training hollow with her apprentice scrambling after her.
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Post by Midnightstar on Aug 29, 2008 23:23:37 GMT -5
"Alright," she mewed, leaping and scrabbling over logs and boulders, her cream pelt glistening in the sun that seeped through the gnarled branches of old oaks.
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