Dancin' With Myself

She had to get better. Sparrow needed to get better. How could she ever gain all the experience her siblings had if she didn't practice. With as much attention to detail as she had poured in to learning her herbs, she studied battle. Sparrow stood now, a short distance away from a small bush. She looped around it, imagining it to be another wolf. She didn't have the guts to throw herself into a real spar yet, but... With a smile Sparrow lunged at the bush, grabbing a few leaves before jumping back... but maybe soon she would be ready for a real spar. Whether her father was watching or not, Sparrow knew she needed to be able to fight harder and better than the others around her. She was small. She was a new fighter. She had to be better, faster, stronger. Sparrow jumped around the bush a few times, testing her balance. She practiced keeping one paw in the air- as if there was an injury- and asked herself how that affected her balance. For not it was bushes, soon it would be spars, and then... then she would face a real fight.