Fallenpaw's Battle training!

"You did great, a few more trainning sessions and you are good to go." Nightwing smiled. "Once we get to camp you can get something to eat, also take something from the pile and give it to the medicine cats, From what I know they have been working hard today, trying to pick all of the herbs before leafbare." She Gave her apprentice a nod before running to camp, She had a border patrol to do.

Fallenpaw gave a barely audible, "Yes Nightwing." before sitting down to rest for a moment, licking her paws. The moon's ray falling down on her gray pelt, the light bringing out the silver sheen that shone in the darkness of the night. Her sea-foam eyes brightened as she turned her head to stare up at the moon.

After licking her paws free of the mud and grime that clung to her, she got to her feet. For a second, she imagined herself as leader, charging into battle to fend off a real Riverclan warri- no, a whole patrol! She crouched down in the night, eyes ablaze with the fury and intensity of battle, before she sprung, using the technique she and Nightwing practiced, and she lunged, swiping at the imaginary warrior before she was flung to the ground. She rolled, before feigning a wound, and then she sprung again, snagging a leaf between her claws. This false dream continued as she ripped apart the brush in her range.

After a few more minutes, she blinked, suddenly remembering Nightwing's order. And, not wanting to be caught in disobedience, she rushed back to camp, the leaves and debris still clinging to her pelt.