Carppaw sat around as she was told to do so. Sunstorm must be busy doing his usual warrior duties and promised her that she will be given additional training from Myrtlespeckle. She doesn’t know her yet, but she’s in high hopes that Myrtlespeckle will be as gentle as her mentor.

The ticked apprentice nudges around a rolling pebble with her paw as she sits at the corner of the clearing. She’s not sure what kind of skill they’ll focus on in the next training session, but it should be somewhat related to hunting, right? Perhaps some bit of rabbit hunting?

Unexpectedly, Carppaw hears a sudden throat clearing sound. She looks up, only to see the presence of the bob-tailed warrior. She twitched at first, startled from the approach, but she soon recovered as if nothing happened in particular. This should be Myrtlespeckle, Carppaw believed. “Yup!” Carppaw chirruped with a large nod. She stood up on all four paws without delay and faintly bounces on the same spot, ready for whatever she would face with. “You're Myrtlespeckle, right? Right?”

“Well, not yet.” The apprentice answered with a little shake of her head. So combat training, hm? It’s uncertain what she’ll await from that kind of education. She has witnessed many cats returning from their harsh battle, and some didn’t even manage to return. But she surely wouldn’t experience all of that when it comes to training, right?

She follows close next to the warrior while her hazel eyes gaze down to the surface. Who knows what Shrikepaw is currently doing? She looks back up as they entered the vast moorlands as if it was the first time, which makes her feel a bit better than usual. Sitting around in the camp isn’t something she enjoys in particular.

It was silent between the two Windclan cats, until they finally found an ideal spot to train combat with. “Neat!” She gradually smiles for now, just to brighten up the mood between the two.

Oh, right. The basics. Alright, Carppaw. You got this. Carppaw lifts up her right paw, and looks back to the horizon, picturing it as if someone before her is a rival cat. With her brows boldly furrowed, she unsheathes her claws and makes a strong swipe in midair. Then another one, along with another forepaw held ready for a few more blows. Some are targeted towards the upper direction, some aimed at the lower section. “Did I do good?”

As she made her final stab, she paused for a minute, as if she forgot something in detail. Right, the vulnerable parts. How could she recognize the vulnerable parts? Perhaps something that she’s uncomfortable to be touched with? “Let me guess…. the bellyyyyyy...?” She widely grits her teeth while uncertainly drawing out the final word.

She gradually nods as she listens closely to her mentor listing the three additional body parts that are vital to being kept intact during combat. So, chest, neck, eyes, and belly, right? Or did she miss something?

Carppaw didn’t expect the training to get progressively even harder. Why, of course, everything gets more difficult during the development when it comes to training. Why would she question that? She positions herself in her battle stance when Myrtlespeckle allows her to deliver an attack. This time without any claws, for sure.

Her back legs press against the surface and commit a grand leap towards her mentor. She stretches out her arms for a bigger scale to land a blow on her, but makes sure that she resists the urge of unsheathing her claws as told.

The warrior evades her move by leaping aside, causing the dark ginger apprentice to crash onto the floor and slide a few more mouse-lengths forward until it peters out. She wearily makes her position, and notices Myrtlespeckle standing and waiting behind her. “Ah, fox-dung.” Carppaw shakes all of the collected dust and dirt from her pelt, and turns back to the warrior, flustered from the first strive. Cats are notably more experienced and slick when she compares them to the bugs that she usually hunts down during her free time.

Carppaw firstly spaces herself from Myrtlespeckle, then she primes her combat position yet again, but this time she will put more effort into her second attempt. The apprentice sprints towards her, but as Myrtlespeckle is readying herself for another dodge, she veers to the direction where the warrior stepped to and lands a satisfying blow onto her back. Not only with her paws, but with her whole body clinging onto the bob-tailed cat’s rear. “Aha!” Carppaw hastily jumped off of the warrior with her chest puffed with pride as she confronts her again.