pafp AND ID GIVE IT TO YOU || Climbing Race

[tigerwing]

"Come on, slowpoke!"

Her voice chimed loudly behind her as white paws pounded into the lightly snowed ground, feeling the crunch beneath her paw pads and the sting of the cold on her whiskers as she raced forward, sending a taunt behind her as Stormywing followed. She followed it with a grin, her eyes bright, before sticking her tongue out, then diving back forward, kicking snow up behind her.

Tigerwing had challenged the other to a race, through the territory, then up the great sycamore. She was reminded of her days as a young apprentice- smaller, clumsier, when she witnessed the warrior in the trees above, green eyes idolizing the talent she held. She doubted, as inexperienced as she was, she would win this- she had never been too far up the tree. But there was more talent she could learn by racing the other. More skill she could gain for climbing.

Please wait for @STORMYWING //

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[STORMYWING]

Stormywing's laugh rings out behind the other warrior as she pushes herself harder, paws crunching against the frost-laden ground. "Slowpoke? You better back that up, pipsqueak!" She calls lightheartedly, yet her voice is still laced with a competitive edge. The tabby's muscles coil and flex as she surges forward with the wind whipping through her fur. She narrows the gap between them with ease, her golden eyes sharp and focused on the younger she-cat ahead.

When they reach the base of the Great Sycamore, she doesn't hesitate, leaping onto the first low branch with practiced precision. She looks over her shoulder and grins at Tigerwing as her claws sink into the bark. From there, she perches with an almost lazy confidence. "Not bad," She trills, thick tail flicking behind her. "But you'll have to do better than that if you wanna beat me!" Without waiting for a response, Stormywing springs higher, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if the sycamore were an old friend she'd visited a thousand times.
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