Private Thread Flowing like the River

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa. Pressure that'll tip, tip tip 'till you just go pop, whoa.
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After marching through the fields and the river in the rising heat, Cottonbright led her apprentice towards the shade of the river's thicket, a circle of trees bordering one side of the river. Here, she hoped, she could show Mintpaw some more advanced combat training, as they had trained together for some time. At this age they should be advancing their enrichment, mroe specialized training tecnhiques that would hone his existing skill. It would only be a matter if she could translate the lesson in a way he could understand. "We're here! Now, h-how are you holding up, Mintpaw?" She shook out her pelt before they came under the protection of the trees, making sure she was a few foxlengths away from the smaller tom before she truly commited to ridding the moisture from her dense pelt.