Silverslash looks away from the scene after a while with a sigh, putting his knife and fork on his plate clumsily as he skidded back his chair, ready to go and study before Cobaltinia would have a test awaiting for him... Silverslash was slightly dreading this test - the way Cobaltinia had described it was brief, but she clearly stated it would be one of the most difficult physical exams he'd have to face. Usually it was the mental tests Silverslash dreaded, because when it came to things which required deep thought, he found it hard to concentrate and usually did quite bad. Physical agility tests however were where he was good - incredible, in fact. But he was dreading what Cobaltinia had in store for him - she was a kind and caring mentor, but in serious situations, she was unforgiving and pointed out even the littlest of mistakes.
"I hope Briar comes out in one piece..." Silverslash mutters to himself, and then he blinks in realisation, he had just been staring into space for a while. He quickly gets up from the table and gives a quick bow to Midnightstar. "Um... gotta run! See you later, Ma'...erm...Midnight!" Silverslash says hurriedly, and makes a dash off with his tray, accurately throwing the plates from a while away onto the place were they were to be cleaned, and swatting the tray with his tail onto the pile where the empty trays would be collected. Surprised that actually worked, he makes a dash for the library section of the training room. Just in case, he'd study in case Cobaltinia had something mental prepared for him. He wanted to pass this test with top marks, and show her that he was a worthy - if not the worthiest student. Maybe she'd respect him as an equal one day...
He notices Rosepaw quietly reading as he skids through the corridors of the training room noisily, and he suddenly stops his mad sprint, giving a shy, somewhat apologetic wave to Rosepaw as he walks quickly, but a lot quieter. He scans the bookshelves for a particular book - ah, here it was. 'An Intermediate Guide to Battle Tactics.' He took the large book, and sat cross-legged on the floor as he tried his best to focus on the contents inside, his tail beating gently behind him with concentration.