swat them away [training]

Mothpaw had been doing fantastic in her training, and Egretswoop couldn't have been more proud. There was just a few points to touch up on before she nudged her towards her moonstone journey, to hopefully have just as nice of a time talking to her ancestors as she did. It was perhaps the only time that the world had been quiet for her, where she hadn't constantly felt as if her fur was on-edge. A warm smile was passed back to her apprentice as she led them towards the broken pools. It was a good place to teach how to spar when it was too warm in the day for the kits to be out swimming, especially given the fact that it allowed the ability to teach one of Riverclan's special moves without actually worrying about drowning.

"I would like to make sure your fighting skills are in order before your moonstone, Mothpaw. You have certainly been exceeding all expectations thus far." She had left her pelt at home for the day, and it was one of the few times the pale molly could be seen as her true self. Much more lithe than the pelt made her out to be, with eyes of a soft honey that didn't look nearly as piercing through the vulpine cloak. "Whenever you are ready, catch me off-guard and begin a spar, as you would an opponent in battle."