Waiting in a soft, surprisingly dry clearing filled with much moss - a training area that was used to teach the apprentices - the leader waited patiently for his temporary student. His green gaze flickered around, at the short grass and the ponds, and at the old, burnt sycamore that marked this place. His brother was a bit busy tonight to keep track of his apprentice and, honestly, Sagestar was completely 'okay' with taking over for a bit. His soft-hearted brother, the tom assumed, wouldn't be very fond of - or good at doing - battle training. The gray tabby, however, thought this would be absolutely necessary.
Mallowpaw, even though he was a medicine cat's apprentice, would have to be trained to the best of his ability in this area - just like how it had been done with his warriors. You see, in ShadowClan, it's custom that the medicine cats have the same fighting skills as any other member in their clan; not to attack directly with the patrols and what-not, but if only to help defend themselves and others if a large threat ever arose to their home. It's true they'd never be truly as fearsome as the warriors, but their knowledge of these moves were vital non-the-less.
And so he sat there, continuing to wait for the smaller cat to arrive.
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