Blackpaw's Training {P with Once in a Blue Moon}

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    Bleached soil was crushed beneath pearly white claws that flexed with the upmost impatience. A plumed black tail lashed about in the crisp air, keeping time with the flexing claws, yet both expressing the same amount of emotion. The owner of said tail and claws was a petite, black cat with narrowed two-tone eyes, pools of amber and vivid green scintillating with sunlight that poured from above.
    Heaving a sigh that carried far too much im paitence for one apprentice, the femme whirled her head around wildly searching for her mentor. Blackpaw closed her eyes again and flexed her claws more.

    Blue eyes, like steely chips of ice, appeared in the shadows an instant before their owner. White paws slid silently over the forest floor, bearing the slight weight of a lean dark gray she-cat. The dead leaves under her paws didn't dare to make a sound as she melted into view and sat, casually grooming paw.


    "Hello, Blackpaw." Viperslash's voice was smooth and sleek. It was obvious that it would invite no argument from a cat younger than its owner.