Mottlepaw's Battle Training :D

As the sun set once again, Gingerheart made her way to the apprentice's den. It was finally time for battle training and most importantly, she was going to teach Mottlepaw how to be stealthy. It was Shadowclan's greatest weapon and it definitely helped when they were fighting at night. "Mottlepaw!" She shouted inside the apprentice's den. "Get up! It's time for battle training!"

The cat had grown greatly since her time in the nursery, but yet somehow the runt of the family still stood at a stocky stance. It was because of this stance, that when she jumped up at the sound of her mothers voice her little legs gave out on her and she layer sprawled out in the middle of the den. Grumbling slightly, the cat followed her mother into the clearing her fur sticking up left and right. I guess you could say she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but even that sounded like an understatement.

"Are you ready for your battle training?" Gingerheart asked as soon as Mottlepaw made her way out of the den. She looked a little strange today, well, not counting her face. She looked like she had a lot of trouble sleeping or something. "Come on, Mottlepaw! You alright?"

ooc: fail post is fail