Lionpaw'a Battle Training

It was an exciting day for Fogheart. Her most promising apprentice, Lionpaw, would be receive some battle training today. From the way sounds were made by the apprentice's paws, she was definitely a big cat, pun completely intended. The young warrior grinned, well, it looked more like a smirk, and hissed to her apprentice in the apprentice's den. The sun had not yet risen, so Fogheart actually blended into her namesake that laid across the territory. "Lionpaw! Battle training!"

Lionpaw awoke to her mentor's call. Her large golden body shook as she stretched away the sleep, revealing her long and sharp claws. Even though her mentor couldn't see, Lionpaw liked her. She was part of the Dark Forest, and the Dark Forest was powerful. Lionpaw loved power. With a flick of her tail she approached the entrance where her mentor stood.

Feeling a slight breeze bringing the scent of her apprentice, Fogheart turned and trotted to the same spot she'd trained with her own mentor. He'd died before her ceremony, but she'd managed to scrape by without his teaching. "Now, what do ya' got to throw at me?" Her ears were pricked, waiting for any hint of movement. "No claws."

Lionpaw crouched, analyzing how her mentor stood. She was massive now -- almost a warrior. Without a second thought, Lionpaw charged at Fogheart in a flash, wrapping her paws around her mentor's torso and dragging her down, raking her sheathed claws against her side.