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CloudlessEve
Deadmoon wasn't proud to admit how much she may or may not have neglected her apprentice, with the weird emotional state she'd been in for moons and all that entailed. It probably was high time she stopped being such a wimp and got her act together, stopped snarling at every other cat for each perceived slight. And started taking initiative to do things, rather than waiting for Lightningstorm or Crowtooth to send her on patrol. Though, to be fair, they did that with quite a bit of regularity now. Then again, she enjoyed it to a degree. The structure. She just hadn't been providing that structure for her own apprentice.
Whatever. She was being useful NOW, and that was the important thing. It probably wasn't, but Deadmoon was experienced at lying to herself and would continue to do so.
Honeypaw! We're going to do some more advanced battle training! she called, before turning to head out of camp. They had already worked on standard swiping and dodging and whatnot, so it was time for some more exciting tricks. When she stopped at a relatively flat, deserted area of the meadow, Deadmoon turned to face Honeypaw.
The first moves we're going to be practicing is sort of a tandem thing. You're going to try and hop on my back, from where you'd be able to hit my head and bite my ears and whatnot. Then I'll try and lean back to squish you, and you have to jump off quickly or wriggle out. Ready? It was a bit of a mouthful, but she hoped once she started falling backwards Honeypaw would get the idea of not being turned into a pancake. Deadmoon braced herself slightly, to take the weight of her apprentice.