Training,training,and more training. You’re getting on Breezepelt’s nerves. Not that he cares about you;his clanmate,or anything…whatever. He’s come to find you,at a small area of WindClan territory,where you’re training by yourself,it’s almost moonhigh,yet here you are.

”Stop training already. You’re not going to get any better at that fighting move you keep practicing with your lack of sleep and fresh-kill.”

Breezepelt says,slightly sternly,with some hidden concern.