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Every early morning starts with Blackkit running around the camp once the first patrol leaves, before she trains herself more with stances of the hunting and fighting in her own little corner. Some felines would be concerned, noting the fact she seems to be pushing herself hard already for her age, even shortly after her shock recovery last week. Despite herself being trapped within the medicine den across four days, she still found a way to train herself through exercises; one of which involves breathing that she often engages in. She knows its effects and benefits, how it can bring better ease to the stressed minds and tensed muscles. Her adoptive father was the one to help her understand the breathing techniques for not only her health but swimming skill, also. "When you breathe like this, you'll feel as you can do everything."
A deep, slow breath is taken from the golden kit, her eyes closed and stance relaxed, but with a strong focus borne on her current goal. Sunlight shines greater over the RiverClan's marsh camp. This exercise starts now and Blackkit lets the wind carry her breaths before everything falls muted around the attention that narrows into her breathing; the emotions and sensations that are left behind in each inhale and exhale, a ricochet within herself between two motions. Repetition is set deeper into the day until satisfaction builds at its fullest form in her body and brain. Glancing over to the calm river trail by her side, Blackkit stares at the reflection that she doesn't recognize. She wonders what the other must be thinking about her by now. 'Will you be proud of me too, Diable? I'm trying.' The reflection only continues to stare back and Blackkit takes her last deep concentration breath for good measure.
Blackkit leans her forehead against the water surface and allows the coldness to ripple across her frame from head to tail. She shudders at the initial glacial touch, but quickly doesn't let her focus flicker and remain especially on the low piercing sensation. Her eyes not once closed during this procedure, Blackkit attempts to keep her breathing steady still, as perfect, ever unbroken from the waves of anxiety that never rise since. She keeps gazing upon the ever familiar blue and determination burns across her amber eye. This is one of the training practices that Blackkit have always done since a few days after her adoptive father trained her for the first time. Swimming is a passion of hers and she's more than resolved to be one of the best swimmers, especially if it can allow her to reach to her grand dream: Finding the legendary Everblue.
"What in the damn blazes are you doing, Kitto? Are you this desperate to die?" Blunt, gruff inquiry was given from her adoptive father while she shook her whole body, the water left from her in every direction— especially his way, she hoped. "Fucking leave me alone, you old geezer! I'm training!" His sharp gaze fell on the lake trail, then her again, expecting an explanation. Heavy silence lingered between them and she scoffed, firmly pointing on his chest, "These things inside of us that make us breathe? I figured if I hold myself back, they'll grow stronger by getting used to the time it'd take to hold my breath. It should help for not only swimming, but also escaping the fire smokes." He let her words dwell over him and, soon, a deep "heh" left, almost as if he's impressed. Diable decided to demonstrate, with her breath held completely in, and—
Blackkit's head plunges into water before the world falls engulfing deep blue.
Time
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Every early morning starts with Blackkit running around the camp once the first patrol leaves, before she trains herself more with stances of the hunting and fighting in her own little corner. Some felines would be concerned, noting the fact she seems to be pushing herself hard already for her age, even shortly after her shock recovery last week. Despite herself being trapped within the medicine den across four days, she still found a way to train herself through exercises; one of which involves breathing that she often engages in. She knows its effects and benefits, how it can bring better ease to the stressed minds and tensed muscles. Her adoptive father was the one to help her understand the breathing techniques for not only her health but swimming skill, also. "When you breathe like this, you'll feel as you can do everything."
A deep, slow breath is taken from the golden kit, her eyes closed and stance relaxed, but with a strong focus borne on her current goal. Sunlight shines greater over the RiverClan's marsh camp. This exercise starts now and Blackkit lets the wind carry her breaths before everything falls muted around the attention that narrows into her breathing; the emotions and sensations that are left behind in each inhale and exhale, a ricochet within herself between two motions. Repetition is set deeper into the day until satisfaction builds at its fullest form in her body and brain. Glancing over to the calm river trail by her side, Blackkit stares at the reflection that she doesn't recognize. She wonders what the other must be thinking about her by now. 'Will you be proud of me too, Diable? I'm trying.' The reflection only continues to stare back and Blackkit takes her last deep concentration breath for good measure.
Blackkit leans her forehead against the water surface and allows the coldness to ripple across her frame from head to tail. She shudders at the initial glacial touch, but quickly doesn't let her focus flicker and remain especially on the low piercing sensation. Her eyes not once closed during this procedure, Blackkit attempts to keep her breathing steady still, as perfect, ever unbroken from the waves of anxiety that never rise since. She keeps gazing upon the ever familiar blue and determination burns across her amber eye. This is one of the training practices that Blackkit have always done since a few days after her adoptive father trained her for the first time. Swimming is a passion of hers and she's more than resolved to be one of the best swimmers, especially if it can allow her to reach to her grand dream: Finding the legendary Everblue.
"What in the damn blazes are you doing, Kitto? Are you this desperate to die?" Blunt, gruff inquiry was given from her adoptive father while she shook her whole body, the water left from her in every direction— especially his way, she hoped. "Fucking leave me alone, you old geezer! I'm training!" His sharp gaze fell on the lake trail, then her again, expecting an explanation. Heavy silence lingered between them and she scoffed, firmly pointing on his chest, "These things inside of us that make us breathe? I figured if I hold myself back, they'll grow stronger by getting used to the time it'd take to hold my breath. It should help for not only swimming, but also escaping the fire smokes." He let her words dwell over him and, soon, a deep "heh" left, almost as if he's impressed. Diable decided to demonstrate, with her breath held completely in, and—
Blackkit's head plunges into water before the world falls engulfing deep blue.
Time
slows
down.
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