His fur is mist-coated in the slightest, the river far enough behind the journeying cats for the sun to mostly dry up any evidence of crossing from flame-twisted fur. With the obstacle out of the way and everyone safe on the other side of it, hunting is next on the agenda - they need to keep their energy up, especially after the day’s events.
Having yet to track down a scent trail, Greeneyes’ head lifts at the sound of Orangeblossom’s discovery, and the tom turns to look at the deputy, at Bobbie trailing behind her as the two wander toward a tree larger than most he’s ever seen before. The younger warrior follows after them, a viridian gaze taking in the sight of outstretched branches holding up the tree’s canopy, of winding roots holding it in the ground.
Was the Tall Pine this big, branches growing into the clouds above, like this one aims to? His heart twists at the blurring image of his home, of training grounds he knows so well.
He’ll be back, he assures himself. And when he returns, he’ll be able to know for certain whether this tree has outgrown the Sky-borne landmark, be able to share the tales of this very tree before him.
Greeneyes watches as Orangeblossom launches herself up into the tree’s limbs, nearly effortlessly, like she’d known the tree and its weak spots all her life.
Come look at the view! the molly calls down to them, and the tom wavers - he fears he won’t be able to hold the same effortless nature, fears he’ll make this tree into another obstacle for them to deal with. Bobbie answers her call though, and Greeneyes is almost surprised at how well she climbs the tree. Like
she’d known it all her life, rather than only learning to climb in recent moons.
He steps closer to the tree then - if Bobbie could, then so could he. But before he can follow suit in observing the view, his ears twitch at the sound of WindClan chatter, and
oh, he’d nearly forgotten they’d been stuck with the moor-dwellers.
“
The stars don’t go into hiding just because some trees are in the way,” he tells them with a flick of his crooked tail, “
We still see plenty of them, in SkyClan” He would know, with the sleepless nights that plague him, the amount of time spent searching the night sky for clusters of stars - for familiarity within them.
Without another word, he leaps at the tree, claws digging into roughened bark for leverage.
And it feels like home, as he makes the jump from branch to branch, following the path he’d seen both Orangeblossom and Bobbie take. Wide branches make for an easy landing, make for his otherwise unperfected style of climbing to look less flawed than it usually does. Even so, the ease reminds him of home, of training Falconpaw and his own days as an apprentice.
A better time, before all of this.
But the view he seeks is not
home - a recollection only brought forth as he scrambles to pull himself up to one last brance before settling beside his clanmates. Pine trees are practically void from the sight, replaced by trees that almost look like they’d call ThunderClan home instead. His heart drops as he remembers how far away from SkyClan he actually is - how far he is from his apprentice, from his sisters, from Fireflypaw.
“
It feels like home up here,” he murmurs, letting out a small sigh as he takes in the view. Soon, he allows himself to remove his gaze from it all, a small smile pulling at his snow-marked face as ginger turns to look at lilac. “
You know, you’re getting really good at climbing, Bobbie — I think you’re better than me, already!”
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GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES, Warrior of SkyClan
— Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
— AMAB; He/Him
— A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
— Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
— "Speech"; Attack
✦･ﾟ: * — Among SkyClan's first born, Greeneyes is a bright tom with an affinity for the world around him. Despite always seeking to be kind to others, the warrior believes he's cursed - a belief brought on by rhetoric that green is a deadly color.
