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Post by Silver on Jul 1, 2010 20:00:02 GMT -5
Rainpelt laughed. "If Ghostwalker taught you anything, he taught you a fair amount of fighting. You actually did very well. I have no doubt, that with time and experience, you could most certainly take both of us on," she purred, echoing Pantherpaw's words. Breezefur nodded approvingly, although the thought of Pantherpaw gaining real fighting experience terrified her poor motherly heart. "How about this? We'll go hunting, and practice some fighting tomorrow. However, I will not train you until you can tell me the best place to find dry moss for bedding," Rainpelt said mischievously. Breezefur chuckled at the proposition, curious if her headstrong daughter actually knew the answer. She remembered her own mentor giving her mundane things like that. Gathering moss wasn't the most glorious thing an apprentice could do, but it was most certainly necessary knowledge.
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