Swaying of Power [Sablepaw/Battle Training] Apr 15, 2020 13:11:29 GMT -5
Post by Katara ★ on Apr 15, 2020 13:11:29 GMT -5
AND THE HEART IS HARD TO TRANSLATE
s was generally tradition, apprentices had battle training out on the Sand Bar, and Elkheart thought it was often a good place to start. It wouldn't be the only place he intended to do battle training, as he wanted his apprentice to have experience fighting on different kinds of terrain, but the challenges presented fighting on the sand were valuable to learn right away. So, after yesterday's training, he'd asked Sablepaw to meet him out here for his first taste of battle training.
He'd arrived early, but knew the young tom would be showing up soon, as he always seemed to be on time for their training sessions. He took a moment to glance at his surroundings, noting the light rain dotting the earth beneath his toes, and the lack of wind rustling the trees. The rain wasn't coming down hard enough to make it an issue to see, and from the look of it he figured it'd stop raining altogether in a little bit. He slipped into the river, swimming confidently to the other side and pulling himself onto the sandbank. With the sand damp from the rain, it wasn't as loose as usual, which was a bit disappointing; half the reason he liked to have first battle training sessions out here was because the sand was loose. Oh, well. The rain would let off soon, and hopefully it would dry in the sun.
Elkheart flicked an ear, hearing a faint rustling over the sound of the river, and turned to see Sablepaw approaching the water. He was on time, as usual. "Come on over!" he called out, waving his tail and sitting on the sandbank to wait for his apprentice to join him. As soon as he did, he nodded at the young tom curtly. He'd thought about how he'd approach training with Sablepaw, what with his size, and reckoned he'd come up with good ways for the young cat to use his size to his advantage. However, he was interested in seeing what Sablepaw might have already come up with. "Sablepaw, when you've played with your siblings, how have you fought?" He jumped right to business, never one for small talk. "Did you use any strategies to aid you in outsmarting your littermates? I'd like to hear how you've instinctively fought even as a kit, before I teach you how you should fight. What worked for you, and what didn't work?"
NOTES: Let me know if I should change anything! c:
IT HAS A LANGUAGE OF ITS OWN.