- Aug 7, 2022
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I FEEL LIKE AN ASTRONAUT IN THE OCEAN
Ok, time to train so that he could live his nice, boring, normal life. Huh. Funny. You'd think one wouldn't require training to simply be 'normal', but here he was doing just that. Granted, he had been raised in twoleg place where things had been similar but also very different, and there was a lot that chimera didn't know about or had to alter to suit his new environment better.
Climbing was a perfect example of this.
He'd one a lot of it throughout his life; climbing fences, poles, garages, railings, etc, but there was something different about hauling yourself thirty feet into a tree and being able to move around with precision and confidence. It wasn't something he ever thought he'd have to learn, but apparently it was a pretty big deal among the Skyclanners and since he was now one of them he would probably need to learn it too.
And to be fair, Quill had been doing a pretty damn decent job of it.
While he was still young and had some growing into himself to do, he was tall and had long, powerful legs that allowed him to scurry up the side of the tree with a fair amount of ease. But once he was a good twenty feet or so up practising walking on the branches, its wasn't so easy. He was tall and awkward, with large paws that seemed to be working against him. His balance was hard to keep, and while he managed to -rather gracelessly- leap among the branches a few times, on the fourth time his paws slipped.
Claws scrabbling wildly at bark as he pitched forward and was suddenly falling. His claws managed to snag the branches just enough to slow his fall for him, and when he landed with a pained hiss it wasn't from the impact so much as it was the sharp stone that had dug into his shoulder. With a groan the youth would sit up, finding his feet and shaking the dust and pine needles from his coat before turning to check the damage.
It wasn't bad at all in his opinion. A small, shallow puncture with some blood that would clean up fast enough. He'd had way worse, and didn't seem to bat an eye and the bleeding wound before he got to his feet and made his way back over to the tree, crouching down in preparation of leaping up to try it again.
skyclan - male - 6 months - bisexual - homoromantic - single - very tall tabby tomcat with broad shoulders