Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

The girl was quick, but he wasn't outright expecting that she would ask him to teach her how to fight. To him this was baffling because she didn't look that young, in fact, she looked older than him. The teachings of fighting were taught at 6 moons of age, and here she was asking him how to fight? Great Starclan.

But he didn't speak his mind on the matter, after all, it was a warrior's duty to one day have an apprentice of their own to better forward the next generation and fulfill the duties of his clan.

"Alright," he stated simply and back a few tail length's away to gain better distance. Yet, how was he going to teach her? He was a brand new warrior, a flower that just blossomed and now he has to teach what he has learned? Oh well, he was probably going to have to do this someday, but he wasn't expecting it to be today. 

"Well first, you need to get a proper stance," he stated and immediately began going into the fighting stance by curling his tail in a dominating fashion and slightly bending his legs. He just wanted to get this over with quickly. "Having bent legs gives you the advantage of having a powerful spring so that you can charge at your opponent," he advised.

He knew he shouldn't be wasting his time with a stranger, but his heart was urging him to teach her even if she was a stranger, why? Because it was better than talking and he would honestly be bored.

"Ears back, teeth out, shows your foe that you are serious," he continued, "also, head low to the ground to that if your opponent is above you, you can snake your head up to their neck." This was really only the basics, stances were important, and Bluefeather was sure to pound that into his head.