[sNazzy]

@starfall
Dovepaw walked out onto the training moor, where the cold wind shoved his fur this way and that. He had come out hoping for some battle practice with a fellow apprentice, or his mentor. But his untrained eyes couldn't spot any moving pelts, and his hearing and scent turned in a blank. Sighing, he slugged off towards the camp with a drooping head. Well, what else can I do? I really shouldn't go off hunting alone, should I? For a second, his head perked up, but it soon returned to it's bored state. I guess there will always be tomorrow...