I can't write training for the life of me...

Snowpaw and Frostwhisker returned to camp, both tired to the bone. They had been training until sunset, trying to give some much needed improvement on Snowpaw's fighting skills. As the two entered camp, Snowpaw remembered trying and failing the belly rake.

"All right, Snowpaw," Frostwhisker said, adjusting his stance slightly. He backed away from Snowpaw to give some space between them. "I'll tackle you down, and I want you to rake your paw across my belly, claws sheathed!"

Nodding, Snowpaw braced herself.

WHAM!

In a blur of black and white fur, Frostwhisker hurled himself onto the apprentice, and Snowpaw's first instinct was to kick him off, which she did. Landing to the ground with an "Oomph!", Frostwhisker, unprepared for the attack, crashed onto the ground, landing on his back.

"That was good," Frostwhisker said, standing up, "But you were suppose to rake my belly, not kick it!"

"Sorry!" called out Snowpaw.

From then on, Snowpaw continued to kick Frostwhisker's stomach out of sheer instinct and lack of self-control. Frostwhisker, proclaiming her paws 'useless', decided to help her with the kicking move instead, deeming her a lost cause at belly raking.

Upon entering camp, Softpaw had looked like she wanted to come and greet them, but when Adderpaw said something Snowpaw couldn't hear.

"Those kicks were pretty hard, Snowpaw." Frostwhisker told her, twitching his tail and cringing in slight pain at every step.

"You did a good job at not doing what I wanted you to, but I guess you made up for it with the kicking. Now, I'm going to go see Mumblemouse for any herbs." Frostwhisker continued, ignoring the worried stare he was being given by Ivytail.

Mumblemouse! Snowpaw thought. I need to ask her about the lavender patch from when I was a kit!

She quickly made her way to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing a squirrel and watching the Medicine Den entrance like a hawk, waiting for either Mumblemouse or Frostwhisker to leave.

Yes! Snowpaw thought, as she saw Frostwhisker exiting the den. She was about to walk over to the medicine den, when a flash of black and brown fur suddenly entered her vision.

"Hey, Snowpaw!" Softpaw greeted. Oh great… Snowpaw thought. Just perfect.

"Uh… hey, Softpaw." Snowpaw said, feeling rather awkward. Softpaw, not noticing this, began to talk about something Snowpaw most certainly didn't care about.

"...listening?" Snowpaw realized she had zoned out while Softpaw was talking, probably due to lack of interest.

"Huh?" Snowpaw said, confused. "Uh… No, I wasn't. Sorry. It's just that I'm not feeling too well, so I kinda wanted to go see Mumblemouse."

Softpaw's eyes suddenly widened in concern, which Snowpaw was thoroughly confused about- they barely even knew each other!-but otherwise grateful for.

"Oh!" Said Softpaw. "Well, I certainly hope you feel better soon, Snowpaw! I won't bother you right now, so go to the medicine den."

Don't have to tell me twice. Snowpaw thought angrily. Quickly, she made her way to the den, only to see that Mumblemouse was clearly not there.

"Fox-dung!" She hissed. Now what do I do?!

Snowpaw get over it already gosh darnit

(also writing this was a challenge, not only did it not want to be written, one of the keys on my keyboard isn't working anymore so i have to copy n paste it.)

(basically no more updates until it's fixed.)