[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]he had been training hard recently, pushing himself to the brink as the regime had taught him to, and it had so far improved him, muscles evident and stomach toned, steps stronger and his endurance raising. and yet he was tiring, tiring as he continued to go longer than his body wanted to, and whilst it improved him, it didn't do so as much as it would if he reminded himself of his limits. that day, private nightpaw was laying out in darkclan's territory randomly, on his flank, panting harshly. to the side, a young, felled tree, and a few metres behind him, a destroyed log.
/cries i copied my other private thread beginning so lazy sorry DX