Post by Razorthorn on Jul 21, 2007 11:38:39 GMT -5
Tyrannopaw walked down into the soft sand of the hollow. The sun had heated the surrounding area to a comfortable temperature, a perfect place to practice his training. Looking around he spotted some oak branches that had fallen from a nearby tree. Snapping off some of the smaller twigs with his mouth he set them up in the sand vertically.
"One, two" he muttered lashing out at one of the sticks with his front paws. "three, four" he turned and pounded another stick with his hind paws, "fire, si-" he was cut off, slipping in the slick sand he fell face first in a heap at one of the last targets. "Off all the rotten luck", he muttered to himself...
"One, two" he muttered lashing out at one of the sticks with his front paws. "three, four" he turned and pounded another stick with his hind paws, "fire, si-" he was cut off, slipping in the slick sand he fell face first in a heap at one of the last targets. "Off all the rotten luck", he muttered to himself...