Pagoda of the Misty Moon [c]

Eveningmoon stood on the cusp of the camp, staring out at the territory as she barely kept her legs from quaking. She had spent a sunrise or two to come to terms with the responsibility that had been put on her shoulder - that she was a mentor. She didn't feel fit for it, not in the slightest. She was an average hunter at best she felt like and she... She hated fighting, how would she be any good at teaching Mistypaw how to protect herself? Even now, with training on the horizon, she had no idea what to say - what to do. This hardly seemed the thing to figure out as she went but it seemed she had no choice... She could only hope Mistypaw would be understanding as she struggled her way through teaching her...