Talk:The Training Ground/@comment-4312567-20121022043312

Stormfire sighed. She'd harboured hopes that someday, she would have an apprentice of her own to train, but she also knew that it would be unwise to apprentice someone to her, partially because she didn't exactly fight as honourably as a usual Clan cat (taught to her by Mistshadow) and mainly because her father preferred for her to wait until she was entirely sure she wanted an apprentice to train.

"You know, you can just ask Ivystar if you can have an apprentice if you're sure."

Mistshadow's husky voice jolted Stormfire out of her thoughts, and she twisted rapidly to face her father.

"Uh--Hi, dad. I know, but the thing is, I'm not sure. I don't know if I'm capable of training an apprentice, and you've taught me some pretty illegit fighting moves."

Mistshadow smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh, they are legit--I've picked them up along the way reaching the redevous with your mother."

"But here?"

Mistshadow shrugged dismissively.

"Here, those moves are regarded as a rogue's style of attack. But you know it'll help you in the future, in case there's a battle. Don't worry, you know how the Clan fights, and you're accepted into the clan, which is what counts. Don't worry..."

"Yeah, but..."

Stormfire sighed, glancing back towards the apprentices. When she turned back to her father, he had already disappeared into the shadows.