Talk:The Training Ground/@comment-4312567-20121227014442/@comment-4312567-20121227063625

Mosswhisker got to his feet and meowed,

"Good work, Icypaw. Man, Tempest, please don't tell dad I got beaten, he'll kill me, both figuratively and physically."

Stormfire nodded.

"Okay, Moss."

Mosswhisker shook his pelt and nodded at the apprentices.

"Nice practicing with you."

Then he padded off.

Stormfire watched him leave, then turned to teh apprentices.

"Well done, Icypaw. Well, it's getting late, so off you go! See you at camp!"

She waited.