Spiderpaws Battle Training

With barely a seconds notice, Demonsoul darted forward, her paw barely grazing the apprentices pelt. She then danced away, and held her position.

Spiderpaw leaped on over to the side, feeling Demonsouls sheathed paw brush up against her fur as she darted out of the way. If that had been a real cat with unsheathed claws, she would of gotten a bit of a scratch.

Demonsoul turned towards her slightly and gave a little nod. "Exellent." she said softly, then glanced at the sky. It was darkening. "I believe it is time for us to head back to camp."

Spiderpaw nodded in agreement and began to pace towards the direction of camp.

Demonsoul slowly followed behind.