It was evening, the sun was lower in the sky and the crickets and other creepy crawlies had started to sing. Rowanfall let his eyes drift closed, momentarily lulled by the almost hypnnotic song. The senior medicine cat was aware his apprentice had her warrior name already, he'd been the one to give it to her. And he knew sometimes things were strained between them seeing as the two were so close in age. It was much like having an older sibling--who wasn't all that much older--telling you what to do all the time.
But Rowanfall figured some touch up training would do them both good. Medicine cats get the bare minimum in fighting... but it had been a long time since either of them had lifted a paw in that way. Duskrunner's attack, though playful and lighthearted, had reminded him of that. But more importantly, the siamese tom had been having dreams. Nothing clear... and he couldn't even be sure if it was that kind of dream. All he knew was it had been the same one night after night, and everytime he woke up all he could remember was a growing shadow that left a heavy sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Made him feel like training with his apprentice was 'doing' something against this dream, though he had told know one. There was no need to worry any of his clanmates especially when he wasn't even sure what it was or what it meant or even if it was meant to mean anything. So instead he sat and waited for his apprentice, ears pricked for her pawsteps to enter into the training hollow.