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Weapons. Catalyst vaguely heard the word before, in fact, she could vaguely remember her mother carrying something similar to what sounded like a knife. Other than that, everything else listed went right through her ears and over her head (except that she would then learn about axes in the next couple of days, thanks to meeting Henratha). These weapons, whatever they were meant to be, sounded like great wielding things for the powerful. In time she would come to know what most of them were, looked like, and were used for. Cwmfen also mentioned one could use their body too, and at least Catalyst could somehow relate better to that than of these weapons spoken of. "I think... I think i'd wan' to use my body. Don' know wha' some weapons are, maybe a... knife's." She shook her head in her honesty. Cwmfen seemed pleased when Catalyst expressed how it would be fun to have the warrior train her, but when would that time be? Seemingly she appeared very young and small yet to do anything with her body (she had not even began shifting to Optime just yet, but would soon). "When can I's... start to be a' warrior like you's? With... my body?" At least training would get her off the right paw as a start, and give her something to work toward if that's what she truly wanted to do. She was young yet, and had plenty of options.
Discipline was the first step to the road of the warrior as Cwmfen noted, and with the woad woman boding Catalyst to not go and pursue the puppy eating monster, that would be the first step she would soon come to break. Regardless of what Cwmfen heeded to her, in the next couple of days the pup would indeed find herself at the borders, meeting two outcast members of Dahlia; one of which would prove to be scary and nasty, and the other, not so much, but speaking in Catalyst's native tongue. Cwmfen spoke about how one needed to know when to fight and not, and well... Catalyst couldn't help but then cast her vision down at her paws. She wanted to fight, right now, though. She wanted vengeance for her sister. Of course Cwmfen could handle anything, she was a warrior and was wise, but Catalyst wanted in on some of it as well. Learning was fun, but Catalyst didn't feel like learning would stop the puppy eater from coming back to get Avarice or anyone else. It was her blood he went after, and her blood meant everything to her. "Yeah..." She trailed off, looking down at the murky waters from her paws. Cwmfen was right, but the pup's arrogance in her was unfortunately greater than the adult truly realized.
The church was truly a spectacle to behold, seeing the stained glass windows in the morning cast their colorful light upon the pews. It was certainly bright in there, so napping was a little difficult on the eyes, but other than that, it was better than pure, fearful darkness. Speaking about living in a den, Catalyst was curious to know as to why Cwmfen chose to live in a den, but for some reason let the question pass over her ears. Catalyst knew what a den was, she lived in several with her mother while the pups and her were on the move. Some of them weren't as comfortable as the church was, most of them cramped and small, but some others provided outstanding views of nature. With that, Catalyst simply nodded, taking it as something of a personal preference of Cwmfen's.
The warrior glided easily through the water, as if the waters were her home as well. Catalyst remained in the more shallow areas, but Cwmfen urged kindly that the waters were nothing to be afraid of. Still remaining in her place for a second, she let Cwmfen convince her gently that swimming was a lot like running in a sense. She could feel her adrenaline up a dosage in her veins, and feel as if she was right on the edge of jumping off and taking the risk. Seeing as how the adult's voice remained calm this whole time, Catalyst figured that Cwmfen knew what she was talking about, and why not give it a shot? The distance to where she was to Cwmfen seemed a little far, but she would try to make it. Standing up, the pup began to wade further into the waters. At the point to where she could feel her paws starting to scrape past the sandy bed of the Springs, the little girl gasped and stuck her head as high as she could from the surface, and began paddling at a quickened, splashing speed. Her breaths were made in effortful gasps, trying to support her weight as much as she could by her paddling paws. This was the first time she felt gravity take true hold, trying to pull her down, but she kept her neck strained out of the water as she began to swim toward Cwmfen. "I'm... i'm getting... tired al-ready." She stuttered, feeling her limbs burning as she moved, and also the fear of nothing below her. She was almost there, but there was a predicament to be had. When she was in front of Cwmfen, she couldn't stop paddling, or else she'd sink, and she didn't want that. Her limbs were hot and like on fire from that rapid movement, and she wanted relief. There was slight panic now. "Wha'... wha' do I do?! My feet's... they hurt... I don' think I can... swim back." She got to this point, but going back looked farther now than it did before with the additional burning of her muscles and feeling like the waters were compressing her lungs.
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Weapons. Catalyst vaguely heard the word before, in fact, she could vaguely remember her mother carrying something similar to what sounded like a knife. Other than that, everything else listed went right through her ears and over her head (except that she would then learn about axes in the next couple of days, thanks to meeting Henratha). These weapons, whatever they were meant to be, sounded like great wielding things for the powerful. In time she would come to know what most of them were, looked like, and were used for. Cwmfen also mentioned one could use their body too, and at least Catalyst could somehow relate better to that than of these weapons spoken of. "I think... I think i'd wan' to use my body. Don' know wha' some weapons are, maybe a... knife's." She shook her head in her honesty. Cwmfen seemed pleased when Catalyst expressed how it would be fun to have the warrior train her, but when would that time be? Seemingly she appeared very young and small yet to do anything with her body (she had not even began shifting to Optime just yet, but would soon). "When can I's... start to be a' warrior like you's? With... my body?" At least training would get her off the right paw as a start, and give her something to work toward if that's what she truly wanted to do. She was young yet, and had plenty of options.
Discipline was the first step to the road of the warrior as Cwmfen noted, and with the woad woman boding Catalyst to not go and pursue the puppy eating monster, that would be the first step she would soon come to break. Regardless of what Cwmfen heeded to her, in the next couple of days the pup would indeed find herself at the borders, meeting two outcast members of Dahlia; one of which would prove to be scary and nasty, and the other, not so much, but speaking in Catalyst's native tongue. Cwmfen spoke about how one needed to know when to fight and not, and well... Catalyst couldn't help but then cast her vision down at her paws. She wanted to fight, right now, though. She wanted vengeance for her sister. Of course Cwmfen could handle anything, she was a warrior and was wise, but Catalyst wanted in on some of it as well. Learning was fun, but Catalyst didn't feel like learning would stop the puppy eater from coming back to get Avarice or anyone else. It was her blood he went after, and her blood meant everything to her. "Yeah..." She trailed off, looking down at the murky waters from her paws. Cwmfen was right, but the pup's arrogance in her was unfortunately greater than the adult truly realized.
The church was truly a spectacle to behold, seeing the stained glass windows in the morning cast their colorful light upon the pews. It was certainly bright in there, so napping was a little difficult on the eyes, but other than that, it was better than pure, fearful darkness. Speaking about living in a den, Catalyst was curious to know as to why Cwmfen chose to live in a den, but for some reason let the question pass over her ears. Catalyst knew what a den was, she lived in several with her mother while the pups and her were on the move. Some of them weren't as comfortable as the church was, most of them cramped and small, but some others provided outstanding views of nature. With that, Catalyst simply nodded, taking it as something of a personal preference of Cwmfen's.
The warrior glided easily through the water, as if the waters were her home as well. Catalyst remained in the more shallow areas, but Cwmfen urged kindly that the waters were nothing to be afraid of. Still remaining in her place for a second, she let Cwmfen convince her gently that swimming was a lot like running in a sense. She could feel her adrenaline up a dosage in her veins, and feel as if she was right on the edge of jumping off and taking the risk. Seeing as how the adult's voice remained calm this whole time, Catalyst figured that Cwmfen knew what she was talking about, and why not give it a shot? The distance to where she was to Cwmfen seemed a little far, but she would try to make it. Standing up, the pup began to wade further into the waters. At the point to where she could feel her paws starting to scrape past the sandy bed of the Springs, the little girl gasped and stuck her head as high as she could from the surface, and began paddling at a quickened, splashing speed. Her breaths were made in effortful gasps, trying to support her weight as much as she could by her paddling paws. This was the first time she felt gravity take true hold, trying to pull her down, but she kept her neck strained out of the water as she began to swim toward Cwmfen. "I'm... i'm getting... tired al-ready." She stuttered, feeling her limbs burning as she moved, and also the fear of nothing below her. She was almost there, but there was a predicament to be had. When she was in front of Cwmfen, she couldn't stop paddling, or else she'd sink, and she didn't want that. Her limbs were hot and like on fire from that rapid movement, and she wanted relief. There was slight panic now. "Wha'... wha' do I do?! My feet's... they hurt... I don' think I can... swim back." She got to this point, but going back looked farther now than it did before with the additional burning of her muscles and feeling like the waters were compressing her lungs.
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