Never too young to learn

Arcturus didn't mind mornings nearly as much as his sister did. As soon as the sun rose he wanted to go out and run all over the Armada territory - with Ashur of course. He pretty much dominated all of the feline companion's time because of his excitable, adventurous nature, but before he could do that today his father appeared and told them it was time for a fighting lesson. That was even better than going on some kind of solo adventure! He gave a half-hearted try at shaking out and smoothing down his fur, but it was a hopeless cause. The fur around his neck and chest especially was extra thick and puffy and was always sticking up in all directions no matter what he did.

He followed along beside his father dutifully as they left the den, going all the way out across the plains and out toward the beach. He had seen the ocean from a distance on his trips out to explore, but hadn't actually made it out this far yet. It was even bigger up close! It was huge! He grinned wide at it, looking with wide, blue eyes at the wide, blue ocean, but just as he was about to look toward his sister to see her reaction he also stepped onto the sand and his ears perked at the unusual terrain. He looked down at the sand with a curious tilt of his head, but unlike his sister that that pawed at it curiously and carefully, his immediate response was to grin and jump forward, kicking up some of the soft sand around him with a giggle.

When his father told them it was time to learn how to fight his attention was immediately pulled back into the task at hand. Fighting training was his favorite thing! Well, okay, hunting was pretty fun too, but fighting was just a little more fun right now cause most stuff that there was too hunt was too big for him. He ran to sit beside his sister in the ring, sitting down on his butt and grinning up at Naiche expectantly, his tail wagging and brushing away sand behind him.

"Arcturus Fatalis"