Talk:Training oaks/@comment-24740423-20140920032248

Duskpaw sat in the clearing, leaning against one of the oaks. She stared into the forest, her icy-blue eyes blank.

Snapped back into reality when something thumped down from the tree, the sleek-furred black apprentice stood, suddenly alert. When she decided no one was there, she shrugged her shoulders, then swept her one white forepaw through the air, her sharp claws unsheathed.