Public A VALUED LESSON || teaching kits basic combat

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So, Icecatcher had given him a task, to introduce the kits of the clan to combat. Bear Tooth had never really done and introductory course on warfare before, so this would be a bit of a first for him. He supposed he'd teach the youths a few basic moves that he had been working on. Making his way toward the nursury with huge paws thumping roughly against gritty earth, Bear Tooth let thunderous vocals slither past his scarred jaws as he spoke, "Kits of WindClan, I'm holding an introductory lesson on combat. Gather around me if you'd like to participate." A ruined maw clamped shut as soon as the words left his mouth, as the hulking titan waited for both spectators and participants alike.

bear tooth ✧ windclan ✧ warrior ✧ tags

 

OTTERPAW

★ || WATER CHILD
May 5, 2021
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Hearing Bear Tooth's call, she had to admit that she was quite confused. Why was that something they needed to learn about? What reason did they have for that? "Combat? Like fighting? What for?" Taking a seat nearby, she would glance at the warrior waiting to hear what kind of response he would have. They were all one big family, right? So what reason was there that would make him want to teach the youngest members of the clan how to fight?

 

COUGARPAW.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊
Mar 31, 2021
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auburn abyssinianwindclan & kitsix months
Cougarkit heard the announcement loud and clear, but his ears flicked back at the sound of it- would learning to fight help him protect his mother and Lichenkit? He sure hoped so.. Especially with all the kits in the Clan, it was important to learn how to protect the younger ones. So, with a soft huff, Cougarkit hobbled over, growing paws growing far too big as he stumbled.

"Are we learning offense, or defense?"

With Java's training of the adult Warriors, it was time for the younger members of WindClan to learn how to fight.​


 

Shine

Probably smells like candy
May 1, 2021
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Shine was a bit too old to be considered a kit anymore (despite the way he acted) but that didn’t remove the fact that the young boy had absolutely zero training. Spending the majority of kithood racked with illness didn’t lend itself to intensive training, but the Norwegian Forest’s time cooped up seemed to have granted him limitless pent up energy, something he intended to burn.

Sprinting over on paws that never seemed to understand that slowing down was an option, Shine skidded to a halt before smiling up at Beartooth. “Ooh! I like fighting! I’m gonna be the best fighter in the clan!”

It was no small coincidence that Shine’s life goals seemed to change based on what was going on at that exact moment. Like a child deciding their future profession based on a movie they’d just seen, it would probably change within the week; possibly the day. Still, the enthusiasm was nice.
 

BERRYPAW

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A pleasant nap did grant Berrykit's senses temporary salvation from the bustle of camp-life, the eyes upon her, the judgements set from the moment she was born- rumbling vocals brought her with clawing paws out of that pleasant paradise, her sooty ears twitching. Without opening her eyes, Berrykit recognised the voice as Big Boy's, a commanding tone beckoning the children to flock around him. Still, perfectly, did she stay- captured in her land of dreams and unwilling to submit her olivine gaze to the glimmering glares of the daylight sun, her eyes stayed firmly closed, defiant in their apathy.

A shuddering sigh pushed through her shambolic fangs as Berrykit rolled onto her side, hoping her sluggish movements and relative quietness would prevent him from noticing her and roping her into the activity. Besides, judging by the crowd of peers already flocking to his feet, their voices permeating Berrykit's brain as if intentionally preventing her from returning to her slumber, he would already have his paws full. To a busy cat, the tortoiseshell child's mellow nature would be almost invisible... hopefully.
 
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Otterkit was first to approach, a question blossoming upon her lips. Bear Tooth turned his golden gaze upon her, and spoke thunderously in response, "There will come times where you must defend your clan, and your allies. Predators, like foxes and badgers, and even other cats, lurk in the shadows. Combat is vital to surviving out here." The brute answered calmly, and he hoped that cleared up any of Otterkit's confusion.

Cougarkit was next to approach, asking his own inquiry.

"We'll be learning some basic offensive techniques, to start off. Don't worry, nobody will get hurt. We'll keep our claws in their sheathes." Not that Bear Tooth would be striking any of the kits anyways, but he'd perhaps partner them up with each other.

Next to bound over was Shine, enthusiastic and excitable. He was a bit too old to be considered a kitten, but Bear Tooth would teach him regardless. What was the harm? His vision passed over the slumbering form of Berrykit, though he did note her presence close by. If she didn't want to participate, then so be it.

"We'll wait a bit longer to see if anyone else shows up." Bear Tooth speaks gruffly towards those present, his tail flicking through the warm air behind him.

bear tooth ✧ windclan ✧ warrior ✧ tags

 

DRY ROT

outsider
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dry rot still wouldn't consider himself part of the bear tooth fan club. he was in fact, still quite wary of the large two-faced tabby. perhaps it was the menacing way he walked, talked, perhaps it was simply the relationship he had with his father. no matter what bias usually held him at a distance from the other, he would not sacrifice his livelihood just to avoid bear. the offer of training was too good to pass up, especially considering his particular lack of skill in that area.

dry rot ambled up with a shy and sullen expression. slow steps, knowing he was late to the call. it could be a spit in the face or just an expression of his sheer lack of eagerness. he could hope and dream that berrykit would eventually join them, but she didn't seem all that eager either. rolling in the opposite direction. come on snake... sky...

"
i-i-i'll, i'll join too."

/ mobile crappy post
 

Eaglekit

「Mr.No Noɴѕeɴѕe」
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Introductory? That rubbed his fur the opposite way. Green and blue optics would roam the scarred features of the brute that was in charge of this session. How did he get those? That was of more interest to the young tom-kit. An ashen ear would twitch at the sound of a voice that sounded much like claws dragging along stone to him. Eaglekit would ignore the existence of the deep brown tom just to keep peace, his dual-toned eyes shifting away from the instructor to find his tri-color sibling resting little ways off. He'd tip his head to the side, a curious look casted to the tortoiseshell, she used to enjoy engaging with the fighting training.




I'm a natural born hustlertags

[color=COLOR HERE]Name: Eaglekit

Age: 5 moons

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Group: Windclan

Rank: Kit

Appearance: SH solid grey with four white toed paws - heterochromia eyes, left green and right blue.

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Leopardkit

tall boy
Oct 27, 2020
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Combat? Finally! Leopardkit forced himself to hang back a bit as other kits began to stream from the nursery at Bear Tooth's call. He didn't know most of them, but the young tom eventually trotted out from his hiding place and over to stand in front of the burly tabby. He remembered Bear Tooth's earlier praise from when he'd attacked that leaf. Surely he needed practice for things much fiercer if he was going to live out here on the moor. "I'm ready!" he announced, puffing out his chest proudly.
 

OTTERPAW

★ || WATER CHILD
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Otterkit would nod after hearing Bear Tooth's explanation, however, she was still hesitant to learn. She didn't have the desire to fight her clanmates, even in a mock battle. She was starting to understand the slightest idea of why it was necessary, she just wasn't sure fighting was something that she wanted to be part of. "Oh, okay." She mused in response, shifting her paws with uncertainty as she waited with the others to see if anyone else would be joining them.

 

FERRETPAW.

「HAUNTING MEMORY」
May 16, 2021
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FERRETKIT | TOM | WINDCLANNER

A pile of bones with a scrap of red fur holding it all together could only describe the young kitten staring wildly at the nursery entrance. There was a sound of some cat summoning those of his age group to gather for...? A word that he did not know? Interest sparked in his wild brain as he thought of what it could mean. He turned his long, red head towards his cuddled family and twitched his tiny ears. They were sleeping, he realized as round vividly green orbs swept over his siblings and mother. Ferretkit crept away with utmost curiosity from the nesting cats. An otherwise uneasy task, but he was the smallest and was always pushed to the edge of his sleeping siblings. Without glancing back, he padded through the entrance to the nursery on shaking legs. The blazing sun blinded him! A harsh scream left his tiny lips as Ferretkit fell back on his hindquarters. Was it always that bright!? Dismay filled him as he blinked his eyes, adjusting them to the harsh rays that bounced of the course sand bellow him. It was a bold attempt to stray away from mother, he realized as fear crept within him. Other cats were watching. Swallowing, he got back to his unsteady paws. Those frail paws crept along and tiny claws drew the sand between his toes. It felt warm and reassuring like the rasp of his mother's tongue, yet this one stayed for longer than that. The tiny kitten stood smaller than the others and looked as if his fur would fall off him like a blanket of moss. Ferretkit lifted his muzzle towards Bear Tooth, "Me too?" It was all he said though it spoke of vigor. Was he trying to prove himself to his siblings that were unaware? A sleeping mother who did not care? The cat or sired him? Or was it to himself? What was he trying to prove!? Long, tiny teeth gleamed from his snout as as he curled his small tail.
"SPEECH."
 

VULTUREPAW

QUEEN OF SWORDS
May 16, 2021
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a sleek-furred pitch black kitten with chartreuse eyeswindclan kittwo moons old
a light sleeper he is, he always has been, and the rustling of his brother doesn't fail to wake him from his fleeting nap. a sleek black head pokes up from the bundle of kittens, tremoring forelegs straightening in an attempt to sit up, only for them to betray him and send him back down face-first into a littermate's side. "ack," huffs the boy. walking is hard. all of his siblings seem to have taken to it so well. they don't tremble and wobble on their feet, falling and faltering with each and every step. it's frustrating. a bitter envy for them has burrowed itself into his mind. why is he cursed with unreliable limbs? why not them?

chartreuse eyes narrow, finally positioning himself into a sitting position to watch his brother slink out of the nursery. without mother's permission. oh, the daring nerve of ferretkit. he breathes out a small laugh, shaky just as his legs are. no, ferretkit is not brave. so easily pushed around, so easily walked upon. the red speckled kitten is far from the picture of bravery. so, it's almost amusing to see ferretkit to be the one to sneak off first. will mother punish him? or would she commend his fake bravery? time will tell. and until then... vulturekit wants to know where he's going. curiosity outweighs any fear of punishment, and with a quick glance at the slumbering figure of his mother, he blinks sickly green eyes. "don't worry, mother, i'll keep an eye on him." the promise is said in a hushed whisper, and then vulturekit struggles to his paws. stumbling and tripping his way out of the nursery, it takes him much longer than it should, he knows this from observing the other kits exiting the nursery time and time again. but once his pitch fur meets the warmth of the sun, vulturekit sighs. he's made it. now, to catch up with his brother.

stepping on a few toes in the process, the brief physical contact of strangers making his skin crawl, vulturekit staggers over in the general direction of ferretkit. general direction, because he cannot control the swaying and swerving of his body. his radar ears catch the last part of the big tabby's words, the giant speaking with such big words that the toddling boy didn't quite understand yet. "what is that?" he asks in reference to the mention of offensive moves, his voice no louder than a murmur, eyes scanning the giant's face with idle interest. half of his face is missing. yes, he's seen this tom around camp many times. such a scar is unforgettable. vulturekit often ponders on how he earned such a scar. fending off a hungry, drooling badger looking for kit bones to sharpen it's teeth on? perhaps in a battle for his honor, an enemy rogue stole half of his face? or maybe a dog had snatched up his loved one, only to meet it's fate at the end of his claws, but not without putting up a respectable fight first? the possibilities are endless.

he shakes himself out of his pondering, quite literally, as a tremor shakes his legs and sends him reeling. it takes a few moments of struggling, but once he steadies himself as much as his shaking body would allow, he sits by ferretkit and leans over to his brother. "you could get in trouble, mother could wake up at any moment," but he makes no move to bring him back to mother just yet. first, he wants to see what this giant is talking about.
 
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Finally, it seemed he had drawn a sizable crowd of the clan's kittens. Bear Tooth let his golden eye flicker across each of them, but the wobbling pair of two month old's that found themselves amidst the throng of youths were quick to catch Bear Tooth's stern gaze. "Not you." Bear Tooth rumbled firmly, his voice like thunder as it dripped past his maw. "But you can watch." The words were directed at Vulturekit and Ferretkit, they were just too young, in his eye, to participate in this event.

"Alright, I think enough of you have arrived. First, I will be demonstrating some basic moves. Copy me to the best of your ability." He wouldn't put them into pairs just yet. For right now, Bear Tooth just wanted to get a feel for what exactly he was dealing with. He had never trained kittens before, after all. "This is the Front Paw Blow." One of the moves he and a few others had brainstormed after the fox attack. Lifting a large front paw, Bear Tooth sent it slamming down upon the dusty earth. "You'd aim that at your enemy's head." He explained, as he lifted the paw and demonstrated the move a second time. It was a simple enough. The kits should have no problem copying the gesture.

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QUILL

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Silvered eyes carved a path through the crowd; Quill, an onlooker to the lesson, regarded the clowder with an icy blink. He surely hoped that a lesson in combat for kits was an optional one, though, he rather believed kits reserved the right to enjoy their youth, free from the hostilities of adulthood. War and bloodshed weren't exactly topics the mind of a child should be burdened to grapple with. He couldn't help but take the tabby's intent personally- he wanted to protect the innocence of the clan's children, perhaps in some backwards way, to compensate for the fact no one had stepped in to protect his own.
Tongue caught between his teeth, he kept his glare fixed to the brute; determined to bite back his objections and avoid causing a scene for an audience of kittens to witness. Bear tooth's intro was welcomed with a mixed bag of reactions; with a glance it was clear some kits weren't keen on the notion. Some were, clearly, but it was an eagerness borne from the ignorance of real clan warfare. It was neither glorious nor worth the concern of a kit's mind.
The fawn-furred man's voice finally climbed through the silence, as he succumbed to the building pressure beneath his chin to put an end to the coon's vital words. "They'll learn what they need to learn when they're older, won't they?" He objected, sardonic tongue hindering the worst of his complaints for the sake of innocent ears, "Lest you plan on sending the clan's kits into battle.." With a dry levity and poorly-disguised anger, his frosty bearing skirted the youth. "If our older members can't protect our clan's kits from needing to know how to fight, then maybe it would be best to turn your lesson to them."
 
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OTTERPAW

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It wouldn't be long before Ferretkit arrived, and she found herself smiling at the kit's eagerness to join in with them. In her opinion he was too young to participate, as she could only see things going wrong should he join in. Making her way near him to say hello, she would attempt to give him a soft lick on his head before returning her attention towards Bear Tooth, who had already begun speaking. Luckily he voiced the thoughts she was too afraid to tell the kit herself. She was hoping they would be content with merely watching the older kits practice, although she knew it likely wouldn't be enough to prevent them from practicing together on their own. Nodding as she watched Bear Tooth demonstrate, she stood to try and practice the move for herself. She couldn't help but freeze however as she overheard Quill voice his concerns to Bear Tooth.

Otterkit found herself quick to jump to the defense of Bear Tooth, overhearing Quill's comments as she was preparing to practice the seemingly basic move that he had only just demonstrated. "He never said we had to you know." She mused, fearful that Quill would become angry with her for speaking her mind. Bear Tooth was kind enough, she didn't see any reason for Quill to make it seem like it was a forced lesson. "That's what frustrates me! How do you adults expect us to learn what we need to be adults if no one bothers to teach us these things? I'm glad Bear Tooth is one of the few to actually take the time to teach us something, even if it is a small amount of training. The warriors can't always be around to defend each of us above themselves." She would respond, finding her words rather easily as she found herself growing heated, making a careful attempt to try and control her words.

Turning her attention more towards Bear Tooth at the moment, she would look towards him to ensure he was watching before practicing the move. It looked easy enough to accomplish. You just throw your paw to the ground, imagining that it was an attacking cat's head and perhaps you were pushing yourself away from them. Taking a deep breath (mostly to calm herself from her response to Quill) she would wait for a heartbeat before throwing her right paw towards the ground, with a fair amount of strength behind it. She had no desire to slam too hard, as she didn't want to risk injuring herself with too much power behind her blow. "Like that Bear Tooth?"

 

COUGARPAW.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊
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auburn abyssinianwindclan & kitsix months
With the arrival of more kits, Cougarkit turned his head to watch much smaller kittens hobble over- asking to join. He looked nervous, blue hues shifting away from Ferretkit and Vulturekit. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when Bear Tooth denied the two young kits a chance to learn how to fight, Cougarkit's ear twitching as he turned to Vulturekit. Sympathetic blue hues stared at the kit, before Cougarkit's attention was caught by another adult.

He couldn't help but snort.

"Most of us here are old enough to learn how to protect each other. There's nothing wrong with learning in case the Warriors are busy, right?"

He mirrored Otterkit's beliefs boldly, extending his oversized paws to swipe downwards. He watched Otterkit with a proud grin, turning back to the other kits present.​
 
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DRY ROT

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alright, a few kittens were reasonable, but this was quickly growing out of paw. dry rot's eyes darted nervously side to side as more and more of the adolescent bodies began to gather. too many to watch and judge his flimsy attempts at fighting. shyness was morphing into anxiety quickly. drying his mouth and bouncing his body from paw to paw. rot wasn't entirely sure if the fidgeting was helping or worsening the pit of nausea. he had a couple of seconds to process, but not enough to turn tail and run. just his luck. bear's voice was already declaring the first practice move. rumbling and rattling his paper-steady body. dry rot gulped.

"alright, i think enough of you have arrived. first, i will be demonstrating some basic moves. copy me to the best of your ability."

yeah, you think so bear? the massive tabby could've chosen minutes ago to start before more gathered to watch his shamblings. add it to the list of reasons to dislike the half-faced beast more. another grudge in dry rot's ever-growing book. perhaps it was on purpose, done so eaglekit would have more fuel the next time they argued. done so everyone would realize just how useless having dry rot in camp was. green eyes flicked to the tiny grey tom, trying to discern where the mismatched eyes were trained. following a line of sight too distant. dry rot started to chew on his lower lip, started planning his escape.

a loud thud knocked him out of thought. head whipping to their instructor, dust still settling around his front leg. starclan, why did dry rot choose that second to look away? there were a couple of side-eyes, watching and stalling as others began to mimic the move with varying levels of force. all of their words jumbling in his brain as he quickly tried to make up for the lost time. cougarkit slamming down and asking for praise, otterkit doing the same with a particularly larger amount of force. oh, how pathetic this was sure to be. paw up, paw down, a simple and easy move. just

one last gulp, the kitten turned back to the two adults watching them. raising his arm with a limp and heavy paw. shutting his eyes tightly before bringing it down on the dirt. it was just like walking... extra hard..... with one paw. just imagine you're doing it on a cat's head. that last thought probably didn't help. there was hesitance in his hit, comparable to a light bat. the sound of his paw hitting the ground could be compared to a brisk breeze, a beetle hitting the side of a rock, a whisker twitching. dry rot was fully convinced he was about to be absorbed into his own body, heat flushing every inch of skin.
 

QUILL

( ✦ pious )
May 16, 2021
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Ignorant youth; he'd expected as much from the eager ones. He regarded Otterkit with a quirked brow, beliefs unhindered by her sudden, unexpected defiance. Of course, Quill worried this training would do little but source them with the notion that they weren't the most vulnerable thing the clan had, and needed to stay safe and protected. He found himself swallowing grit as the voices of opposition stood their little ground. They would surely come to regret troubling themselves with notions of combat when it came to facing the real, grisly thing that it was... But that shouldn't happen for moons to come, right?
A moment's thought, and his scarred face softened, anger fleeing into the pit of his stomach as he watched the kits mirror their instructor. He couldn't blame them for not savoring what little time they had, when they didn't wholly understand what awaited them in the coming moons, or perhaps, even why Quill even so desperately wished to preserve their harmlessness. "Stars, you're determined little things, aren't you?" A silvery voice conceived then; a fleeting, but clearly humored smile betraying the utter fatigue their angry protests caused him.
Moved, perhaps, by their sudden, and collective vigor, he sat behind them, feathered tail whisking about to encircle long, misty legs. "Maybe altogether, you could take down a rogue," He supposed with a quirked brow and empty smirk, a small jest in playful mockery of their determination. "You can try your new moves out on me when they're all learnt, hm?" Pale green eyes challenged the latter as a paw lifted to his mouth, the lightest threads of humor woven into his tone. A part of him really did hope they would take him up on his offer- if not simply to prove his point (childish as it was to have beef with a couple of kids.)
 
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VULTUREPAW

QUEEN OF SWORDS
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a sleek-furred pitch black kitten with chartreuse eyeswindclan kittwo moons old
the rumbling giant's denial did not affect him. he doesn't care if they can't join in on... whatever it is that the other kits are doing. vulturekit prefers to watch, lest his trembling body fail him further. sometimes it's frustrating, observing the way in which other kittens played so effortlessly without falling over constantly. most of the time, he's indifferent. it provides him an excuse to escape from certain socialization... but he isn't grateful for the way in which his legs falter underneath him.

a shrug lifts his shoulders, raising his wobbling head to stare at the half-faced giant. "okay. don't care," he murmurs in response to the refusal, although he does care that the giant didn't answer his question.

another voice chimes in, objecting to the... learning. ah, so that's what this is supposed to be. a lesson. but, learning is a good thing, isn't it? so why would this adult object to it? vulturekit figures that it's because he's an adult, and adults love to boss everyone around. the only adults vulturekit listens to is his mother, and occasionally howling wind. that's all he should have to listen to. everyone else's opinion doesn't matter, in his eyes.

he would remain silent, listening to the argument with twitching ears, although his gaze would scrutinize the other adult. eventually, he gives in to the wave of children arguing with him, and vulturekit breathes out a small huff of laughter. that was short-lived. with another shrug, he turns his attention back onto the ongoing lesson. the giant demonstrates a move, bringing his paw down to the earth with a loud smack! vulturekit blinks, looking down at his own paws. he knows that he was supposed to watch, but he wanted to try out this move.

they're supposed to be aiming at an imaginary enemy's head, but vulturekit couldn't aim. he could imagine the enemy, he could visualize where the enemy is, he knows where he should slam his paw. all of that is easy. but when he lifts a trembling paw to strike the dirt where his imaginary enemy's head is, he misses and ends up falling over onto his side with a thump. a quiet growl of frustration at his body, he stumbles back into a sitting position. stupid, shaky paws.
 

Leopardkit

tall boy
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Wriggling impatiently, Leopardkit watched as more kits joined the group. He frowned a bit when Bear Tooth sent Vulturekit and Ferretkit back, though he guessed that the older tom might be right. They were pretty small. But still, Leopardkit was disappointed they wouldn't be able to join in the fun. Maybe he could teach them what he learned later, as long as he was careful not to get caught.

The boy frowned as Quill spoke, suggesting that they were all too young to be learning battle moves. "But the sooner we learn, the more we can practice!" he said. "By the time we're big enough for real fighting, we'll be unstoppable! Besides, what if there's an attack on the camp?"

He paused in his fidgeting to watch Bear Tooth's first demonstration, sitting at rapt attention before turning his attention to a leaf scuttling across the ground before raising a paw and slamming it down on his prey, the dried leaf ruching beneath unsheathed claws.

"How was that?" he asked.