Wild Child (Open)

Wisteriakit could tell that her siblings had laughed a little bit at her attempt to tackle Newtpaw, but she didn't care. At least she had tried her best... in her opinion. The she-kit silently and gratefully pressed against her brother and felt a rush of relief go through her at the warmth that she gained once Featherkit padded back over and curled his tail around the both of them. Wisteriakit's yellow eyes opened wide in fear and shock as Newtpaw was knocked into the snow by Shrewheart. While her littermates laughed, she said nothing. A small flicker of worry and concern flashed in her eyes and her ears feebly pressed against her head. However, when Newtpaw spoke again, the evident concern on her face disappeared quicker than it had came.

"What else would I mean?" Shrewheart asked Newtpaw, still grinning with exhilaration. As most of the kits begged to learn, he didn't see any problem with it. Though he was full aware of Dappledkit's heart problem, he doubted that a little pouncing would hurt him in any way. And he could already tell that Wildkit was going to make an amazing warrior. Featherkit seemed happy enough to learn, but it was determination that he seemed to lack. That was fine with him, as long as he learned it eventually the initial amount of determination hardly mattered. It was Wisteriakit he was worried about, she seemed a little too nervous about other cat's well beings, Hopefully that would change by the time she became an apprentice. But for now, he was going to show them how to pounce, whether they listened or not.
"Okay, so first you much crouch down into the snow like this, with an equal amount of weight on all your legs," the brown warrior instructed as he demonstrated, turning to a pile of snow covered sticks as his target. "Your pounce has to have power behind it, don't focusing on hitting your target, focus on knocking over your target. If you did it right, your jump should be an arch." Once again he demonstrated, sending the sticks scattering in every direction.