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Lilacpaw was simply wrong. The tom just stood there as the apprentice experimented with her new knowledge. His eyes showed nothing as they followed her. The only emotion in their depths was fear. The tom flinched at false swipe, looking away just in time for the sand to pelt his fur. The tom crumbled to the ground with a huff after Lilacpaw's slam. He coughed and sputtered on the ground and rose to his paws. Pain flashed through his face, but he did not attack. Waiting for the next strike, he stood still.
Not a bad start, but she had a long ways to go. The Huntress slowly shook her head. "You used the sand wrong. The whole purpose of spraying sand is to blind them, and who you just did eliminates that. After you strike at someone, they look away. It's instinct." To make the point The Huntress swiped just in front of the apprentice's face. "If I spray sand now, then it will just get in your fur." She growled. "Big deal! You're in a desert. Who cares? Use the sand first when they are looking right at you."
The Huntressed looked to her side and gestured to the tom with her tail. "Try again." The sand piece was a little counter-intuitive. It was a mistake she expected, but it always was easily resolved. She learned the fighting style late herself. Lilacpaw's young mind would easily adapt to figure out the mechanics of the skill.
Seeing the toms reaction made her flinch, but he wasn't tied down. He could run... So there was no need to feel guilty about this.
Lilacpaw's ears would normally flatten at the sharp tone of the Huntress, but they only twitched in acknowledgement. She already felt different after taking the herbs. Approaching the tom again she swept the sand into his eyes. The nex instant she was tossing all of her way into his side, her paws swiveled around his leg to his chest pressing down hard, but the next moment she unsheathed her claws into him. This was the way she always wanted to train in DayClan, but they always had the sheathed claw rule.
"Better, but your movements lack any sort of fluidity." The Huntress again pushed her paws against the sand. "Think of this sand as water. You swiped water into his face first, but then you tackle him. It's ineffective. The sand will cushion his fall just as if he were falling to a river." She padded over to the tom as he was standing up and knocked him to the ground again with a swift kick to his head. The tom crumpled to the ground as if he broke every bone in his body. The Huntress then took one of her claws and cut him open. "But, get sand in an open wound, and it will work wonders." She sprayed sand onto the tom's open wound and began to pound her claws into them. "It's quite painful, slows the bleeding, and easily causes infection." With another kick to the stomach the tom woke again, now with a tear running down his cheek.
She opened her mouth to give some more instructions when a playful squeal echoed from the top of the dune. Two kittens, the tom a charcoal bengal and the she-kit a snow bengal, tumbled down the slope to where The Huntress and Lilacpaw were practicing. They were both under a moon old, but had clear affinity for moving around in the sand.
The Huntress narrowed her eyes as they reached the bottom of the slope. "Lilac, meet Kvalun and Emris." She pointed first to the charcoal bengal and then the snow one. "My kits, the ones that should be out of sight."
