pafp BUCKLE UP! ♥︎ CLIMBING

[DOEBLAZE]

Dawn had broken upon the world with a mist, the dewy gleam of the rising sun tempered by a mask of refreshing droplets. As the day has worn on, the heat rising to a fever pitch and then breaking, the sky decaying from soft sun - ripened pink to a rich splash of blue, the mist had not dissipated as it usually does—in fact, it's thickened. Slowly but surely, visibility slips from her claws, and though she expects the air to be soupy and unmanageable by dusk, it's not quite bad enough to deter her from her errand for now.

" It'll be good for Cloudypaw to learn a little from the best, " the tabby mrrows, her compliment wholly genuine, as she pads alongside @Orangestar , searching for a suitable tree in the mess the roiling fog is gradually making of the ground. Hopefully, it'll be a little nicer once she's lifted her paws from the earth, albeit temporarily . . . times like these, more than ever, she wonders what it's like to have wings and fly. Stars knows she wishes she could take off now, if only to escape the oppressive humidity cloaking the earth. Better than frost, she supposes.

Doeblaze waits for Orangestar to point out a particularly good tree, at which point she concurs and makes for the grooved trunk. Normally, it's no trouble at all for her to get up a tree—but maybe it's the humidity of the air seeping into her usually - sturdy bones, or the scream of protest her overworked shoulders let out at her leap, but she fumbles. White forepaws cling frantically to the trunk, her hind limbs kicking in midair for a moment before she scrambles up onto the lowest branch.

The warrior feels her ears warm—Orangestar had given her one of her first climbing lessons, for StarClan's sake, and this is how she does?—but she tries to play it off, though torn ears fold back against her head as she laps at her chest fur, blinking down at @cloudypaw~ as she calls, " There's the lesson on what not to do. "

OOC : Please wait for Orangestar to post!

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[Orangestar]

Though she wouldn't mention it, Orangestar prides herself on being one of SkyClan's best climbers. Though not a small cat, her relatively short stature has helped her further into the trees than many of her Clanmates. Only Tallpine's highest twigs had faltered under her once upon a time, a fox-length from its highest needles as a young warrior. The leader knows she would never undertake such a challenge again: her climbing ability, once prodigal, has been stripped from seasons of her hindleg's interference, and age has tempered her reckless streak into a well-honed hubris.

Doeblaze scrabbles up the trunk. If she looks to her leader, the lilac tabby would see exasperation flit across scarred features, faint amusement mixed with a distinctly unimpressed glance over the display. Orangestar had taught Doeblaze to climb. She knows the white-flecked molly can do better than that. Instead of bringing further attention to the fumble, however, brown eyes turn in the apprentice's direction.

"Why do you think Doeblaze struggled to get up the tree?" She asks Cloudypaw. Though her meow is stern, Orangestar's expectant aura is that of a genuine question: a teacher, seeking an answer from a pupil. The former kittypet looks less ragged now that he's adjusting to Clan life, but she would see here how keen his observation skills might be.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | eight lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — single ; mentoring springpaw & ashpaw
  — speech is in #F18C47
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[cloudypaw~]

𓆝 . ° ✦Cloudypaw's long and somewhat gangly form was not ideal for climbing. He had done everything in his power as a kit to avoid trying to jump up to anything really, finding shortcuts up to windows and onto tables. Now, he was placed in exactly the position he'd need to make a fool out of himself. Goody. "Um, maybe she could've gripped harder?" he fumbled through his answer. He was hoping Orangestar wouldn't see him as a weak link.

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ooc Information

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  MICA — HE/THEY ･ 8 MOONS ･ APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  lanky and tall light brown tabby with high white and green eyes. Big ol' himbo.

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