Charredpaw landed on the ground with a loud Tᕼᑌᗪ as a heavy weight bowled him over. "Your enemy won't give you a chance to think," Lightningstrike sighed with irritation, "You have to be quicker on your paws." The tom got off of him and seemed to tower over Charredpaw. "Up." Completely winded and trembling, the apprentice managed to struggle to his paws and glare at his mentor. "Can't we hunt instead? I'm much better at that."
"That's the whole problem. All you want to do is hunt. Forget it, your fighting skills are completely useless," his mentor's tail twitched, showing his frustration, "let's just go."
Charredpaw glared at his mentor. 𝐼𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠.. He followed his mentor to another part of the territory, hoping to please his mentor with his hunting abilities.