[dreamfox]

Frostedstar came to a slow stop at the Valley Meadow. He looked around, feeling satisfy at the beauty of the place. I remember when I first trained here... He purred to the thought and sat down, tail curling neatly over his paws. Licking his chest fur, the white tom waited for Littlepaw to catch up with him. I wonder how well has she been trained... Looking at her attitude, must not have been a lot. He stopped his licking and stared at the clearing with dark amber orbs, seeming to blaze with an unknown fire.

[caracalfang]

*Littlepaw trotted up behind Frostedstar shortly after he stopped. She heard him purr as he looked down into the valley and rolled her eyes again. Big deal. It was the training valley. She had seen it her first time out, but they hadn't stopped to actually, and she knew this was a completly unheard of idea!, train in it! She didn't sit, but stayed standing just behind him, waiting for him to get out of his reflective attitude. He was no good to her as a mentor while he was all starry-eyed. He still didn't seem to notice her, as he began to groom his chest fur. Wow, he really wasn't very aware! She knew she was small, but great StarClan! She picked up her black paw and began to groom it clean while she stared at him skeptically. She always tended to the black paw when she was board, frustrated, irritable, etc. It was a habit she had gained from Cunningstrike, though she had a white paw. Maybe it was because those colors were hardest to keep clean...or maybe it was just a habit. She realized that she had slipped into a pondering mood herself and chided herself as she snapped out of it. She couldn't afford to be wasting time like that. But at least Frostedstar had finished his grooming...aaand was back to staring at the valley. She couldn't take it any more! She coughed roughly and padded forward to stand in front of him and demand his attention.* When you are quite done with your staring, you might notice that the sun, that big light up there, is going to be going down and we still haven't started training. *She lashed her tail for extra effect.*

[dreamfox]

The white tom looked at the small apprentice and stood up. "You are right, but remember life isn't just about training or becoming the best." He smirked and crouched down into a stalking position. This was not a position to assumed when fighting, but he has made it a habit of himself to do so anyway. It tends to throw off his opponents when he does it, thinking he would be less coordinated stalking a cat then a rodent, but he didn't mind. He kept his tail low, licking his jaws, staring at Littlepaw. Frostedstar was quiet for what seems like millions of sunrises later. "Now attack me... I want to see the vicious, sharp nature of yours and hopefully it will be as sharp as your tongue," he teased with a smile crossing his face.

[caracalfang]

*Littlepaw rolled her eyes as the tom started talking about 'more to life than blah, blah, blah...' Yeah, she got it, let's train already! Then he went into a crouch that was more appropriate for stalking and she groaned inwardly. Hadn't he said they were going to battle train first? Then, he just crouched there. She stared at him with one raised brow as he stayed there. Well this was just wonderful. Her first mentor only takes her out of camp once, and her second one has a tendancy to space out and waste time and not notice things around him. Patience Littlepaw...that is the lesson here....patience... Ah. For once, the voice in her head had advice she didn't already know. She held back a smile and just stared at Frostedstar. Finally, he spoke. And it was an order to attack him! She returned his teasing smile with a happy, though predatory, grin.* About time. *She said, right before barrling toward him. But, at the last second she swerved to rake her sheathed paw against his side, then she caught her paw against his crouched haunch and used it to swing herself on to his back. It was a move Cunningstrike had taught her when they were on the path to the clans. It was intended to be used to get out of the way of an enemy's claws by using his own back as a stepping stone to a tree or other shealter,but she had modified it to cling to Frostedstar's back. It was a move that could only be carried out by a quick cat. She was very quick; one advantage of her small stature. She laughed as she landed on Frostedstar's back. It was times like this, when she was learning to fight, that she was truely happy.*