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Originally Posted by Charmer

Nightpaw nodded and scooped one last pawful of needles onto the bird before trotting after her mentor. Claws sheathed, but don't hold back. Aim for where he's going, not where he is. Don't attack head on, fake to the side. She repeated the lessons Goldenstar and Daydream had taught her in her head, trying to keep herself calm. Any take a deep breath. It's going to be ok. Another lesson from, Daydream, but not one specifically for fighting. Still, she tried to assure herself that it would be ok.

Goldenstar turned around once they were both in the clearing, and lunged ay Nightpaw. He kept his claws sheathed, he couldn’t hurt Nightpaw. He aimed for her stomach, a place that most cats usally went for. He hadn’t exactly felt the best since the battle, but this was a good way to stretch, and get some fresh air. Sure, the memories of battle hurt, but he told himself he would have to leave them behind at one point or another. Now he was trying to stretch for Nightpaw’s stomach, trying to claw at it with his sheathed paws.