Darkfur led her to a river, slimy with dark brown water. "It's shallow, don't worry about swimming," he mewed. I will be watching while you train with Rockpaw, my mate's apprentice. Rockpaw padded out of the trees, his head held high, along with his mentor, Dapplesoul, Darkfur's mate. Rockpaw walked into the stinky goo, reaching to his neck, as he tried keeping his face above water. "Now, what I want you to do, is strike at his paws, sending him unbalanced and into the water, as he struggles to regain balance on the rocky bottom, nip at his neck. Sheath your claws, or one of them might get stuck and get pulled out."