bird's eye view | tree climbing

Coyotecrest

sometimes I lose my way
Sep 7, 2022
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I won't apologize for being who I am
He was anxious, fighting an internal battle tugging his mind in two different directions. Instinct begged him to remain on the ground, to race the moors with the wind rippling through his fur. On the other hand he wished to be up in the trees, where he felt he could nearly touch the sky itself. Coyote's tail lashed from one side to the other, green eyes skimming across the golden hills as the many warriors in his patrol searched for rabbits. As long as they'd been out he had not come across a single hare. Part of him was beginning to think they'd go back empty handed.

His gaze finally landed upon a tree, keen eyes noticing a nest resting within its branches. Honey tinged ears perked with optimism as he trotted up to the base. Cream paws padded in place as his muscles bunched in preparation. Like the snap of a taunt chord he leapt, sharp claws hooking into tender bark as he began scaling the tree to reach its gnarled branches. He could hear gasps of exclamation raising up like a chorus from down below, prompting him to look down at their terrified faces. What were they so worried about? "What? You guys are acting like you've never seen someone climb a tree before."

To him the view was amazing, being able to see the vast stretch of land spanning windclan's territory. However, his face scrunched in genuine confusion. Was climbing truly that out of place? Glancing over at the nest Coyote found four speckled eggs and took a moment to look down and speak to the nearest cat. "There's some eggs up here. If I pass them off half way would anyone of you be able to climb and get them the rest of the way without breaking them?" He could do it himself but it would take longer than necessary.
Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you
 

Though stood among shocked expressions, Mallowlark bore as usual his dog-fanged grin, as wide and unmoving as ever. For- what a sight! Like the leap of a hare, yet upward and into the arms of a tree- could all those who hailed from SkyClan do such a thing, so effortlessly? He could not suppress the stuttering laugh that left him at the sight, joy brimming from him to the point it spilled over. Strange kid, leaving SkyClan- leaving that company- for the place that drove people mad! Even stranger exerting his techniques from home, or whatever he thought the pine forest as...

Owlish and unblinking, his silver eyes stayed statuesque upon the form of the other, watching his maw as it formed unexpected words. Eggs? At this time of year- what a stupid bird, to have done that! To have doomed its babies to death- or whatever lay within those shells in the frigid air. Dismissive entirely of the use such a find could have in practicality, Mallowlark could not help but think of the possibilities. When eggs fell upon grass they endured a break, but if they were kicked would they burst as if they had fallen upon a rock?

"Better yet- see how far you can punt them!" he half-suggested, half-cheered. Oh, to egg Coyotepaw on to such a task- to egg him on! A laugh burst free, uncontrollable even at the mere humour of his thoughts!
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
 
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—————————————【 She/Her | Windclan warrior | 32 Moons 】——————————
Moonshadow was one who did not gasp, but the look of impressed surprise was glowing clearly in her normally cold eyes. The warrior would blink thoughtfully as she watched the young apprentice climb the tree with practiced ease and she wondered for a moment if the tom missed his former home.

Coyotepaw called down, asking for help retrieving some eggs, and while her tail flicked with amusement at Mallowlarks' exclamation, the black smoke would walk forward and meow evenly, "I can try my best." She would call up to the tom and she examined the tree as if slightly unsure about climbing but willing to try.


[penned by Zaeya].
 
I won't apologize for being who I am
The longer Coyotepaw stared at Mallowlark and his massive off putting grin the more he felt like he was looking at some kind of weird alternate version of Dawnglare. Even the tom's strange mannerisms reminded him of skyclan's medicine cat. The young apprentice scoffs at the idea of simply chucking the eggs off into the distance, ears falling to a degree at the lack of logic behind such a thing. "They would break. We wouldn't be able to take them back to camp if I did that, let alone eat them." Mint green eyes pan towards another that comes forth to offer her services. Coyote nods, carefully balancing upon the branch as he leans forward to clutch a fragile egg in his mouth. With calculated precision he makes his way back down the tree, stopping midway with claws digging deep into the bark. "Hereh" He mouths around the precious food source.
Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you
 


"EGG?!" Goat lets out a terrified gasp as he imagines the taste and texture in his mouth. Oh it was far too foul... far too foul! His old bones could not climb trees anymore, however, so he merely stands at the base. Yet in his disgust he glances at Mallowlark and his wide, owl-like eyes, oh no! His legs almost quake, he takes a long side-step away from the time. Beast has cursed him!

"Why- why eat eggs anyways?! Just get down before ye snap yer neck..." He snorts through a runny nose. "Thought... thought you cats were well off. Thought ye didn't have to get desperate and stray from yer diet of meat! No cat will make me eat the damn yolk of egg... no way. No way!" He bellows, the idea of these cats being thrilled to actually eat the damn thing!

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )


╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GOAT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 144 moons . libra . ages on the first
╰ ‣ rogue . mountain-born .

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smell of fir trees and late rainfall , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and white tom . scar over right eye . amber eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
╰ ‣ Blunt, impatient, stubborn, loud-mouthed, short-tempered / warms up to become soft-hearted, protective, and considerate with those he grows close to.
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficult in relating to others . can be cruel, rarely shows mercy
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "sir & mister"

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· BEETLE x HAWTHORNE
╰ ‣ homosexual .
╰ ‣ skilled fighter . average hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
 
( ) Aspenpaw's not really any good at hunting quite yet despite her best efforts, and though she certainly appreciates every opportunity she can get to practice, she's starting to feel the pressure as prey is becoming more and more scarce. Each one of her failed catches is one less rabbit one of the warriors might have been able to catch, and she can only hope she'll have a breakthrough soon, with everything she's been practicing falling right into place. Today, she's tagging along on another hunting patrol, but they haven't found much of anything at all, let alone enough for her to have a go at chasing a rabbit down. It's a bit disheartening, really, as she follows along after @WEASELCLAW, trying her best to pick of the scent of any nearby rabbits. Interrupted her concentration, Aspenpaw suddenly hears a chorus of gasps and she quickly glances around, searching for the source; at first, she's left confused, but finally she notices someone looking up and follows their gaze. Up, higher than she's ever seen a cat before, is Coyotepaw, calling down something about them having never seen someone climb a tree before. Her jaw hangs open slightly in shock - Aspenpaw has not, in fact, ever seen anyone climb a tree before. She hadn't even realized that was an option, what with the sparse trees around Windclan territory, and she's completely fascinated with how quickly and apparently silently he had gotten so close to the sky.

While she doesn't want to distract him and potentially cause him to lose his footing or something, she has quite a few questions for the former Skyclanner, chief among them if he can teach her how to do that. Next her mother offers to meet Coyotepaw partway up the tree to pass some eggs down to the ground and her shock only increases. Moonshadow could climb trees like that, too? Aspenpaw feels almost hurt that her mother hadn't ever told them about this secret skill, though in all fairness there really aren't a lot of instances in which a Windclan cat needs to climb a tree. Watching with bated breath as the exchange occurs, she's startled once more by Goat's sudden outburst about choosing to eat eggs over something like rabbit. In all the excitement over the climbing, she had hardly considered the real goal of retrieving them from the nest. "What's so bad about eggs?" she inquires innocently Goat's way. Aspenpaw's never tasted eggs before, so perhaps they're not any good, but nobody else seems to be raising a fuss about eating them, and Coyotepaw had actively sought them out, after all, so she's not really sure what to think. Honestly, she doesn't entirely know what eggs are, other than that they're where birds come from; she wouldn't have even questioned the idea that there isn't some sort of meat within their shells if Goat hadn't pointed it out.
( WE'RE ALL JUST SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING )
 
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—————————————【 She/Her | Windclan warrior | 32 Moons 】——————————
Moonshadows' face was stoic in concentration as she made her way slowly but confidently up the tree. She personally had never been one for heights, but the apprentice had done well to seek out food for a clan he had been dragged back to, and she would not allow her personal distaste get in the way of that. Her ears would flatten ever so slightly as Goat started shouting and the warrior made a mental note to scold him later for the unnecessary scene he was causing.

Once she was high enough that she could reach Coyotepaw she would offer him her rare ghost of a smile before taking the egg from him carefully and making her way back down. Once her paws were on solid earth again, she would walk over and place the egg at her daughters' paws before speaking to Goat without facing him, "Clan or not, the cold days make all sources of food valuable. As a former rogue, I assumed you would know this, Goat." Her tone was calm, almost monotone, but the look in her eyes held the tiniest speck of a warning before she meowed to her daughter, "Aspenpaw, keep this egg safe until we get it to camp."

And then she would turn back and work her way back up the tree to retrieve the next egg.


[penned by Zaeya].