storm cold, where did my feelings go

The cold blue eyes of Willowshade took in the flooded banks thoughtfully, observing just how dry they had grown in the greenleaf heat. "This ought to be a good place to spar," she meowed. "There's enough water to cool down in but it shouldn't be disruptive otherwise." She looked back to her two apprentices and gave them a nod. "Come out into the middle of this flat area here, and give me your best battle stances," the warrior instructed with a wave of her white-tipped tail.

Jasperpaw had followed her mentor dutifully, her tail a mid-way between high in the air with enthusiasm but lowered with slight hesitance. This would be her first time truly sparring, something she wasn't exactly keen on doing all the time. Her fluffy coat was slicked back the best she could to not be too disruptive, the oily texture making setting it into place a much easier task. Following Willowshade's instructions, the she-paw took the right side of the middle of the flattened earth. Taking a moment to imagine just what she thought a battle stance should be, Jasperpaw posed. It was somewhat hard, given that she had to summon a faux-anger towards her fellow apprentice. But she did it well enough - her frame rose to appear bigger than she truly was, her tail lowering to the ground, paws and maw ready to strike at an instant. Or at least, to her perception.