- Sep 7, 2022
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I won't apologize for being who I am
Coyotekit sat just a little beyond the opening on the nursery, slowly inching away little by little to sneak away from the younger kittens inside. He was bored to death and wanted to do something, anything to eat away at his boredom. He dared not to ask the other kits to play with him, the last time he attempted that it was a disaster. Besides he was not blind to the subtle looks of disapproval, nor deaf to the whispers swirling throughout the nursery about himself and his sisters. With one final glance over his honeyed shoulder Coyotekit slipped out of sight from the others. Quietly he walked through camp, his mind replaying a conversation he'd overheard from two warriors about tree climbing. Suddenly his eyes lit up with determination and his lips curled into a smirk. Climbing a tree would be the perfect way to pass the time.
Cream dipped paws loped forward before finally halting at the base of a tree. Tipping his head back, he skimmed the length of overgrown plant as his tail twitched from one side to the other. He could do this. Sucking in a deep breath he wiggled in place just a bit to get his jitters out before releasing that same breath. Windclan cat's were blessed with a build meant for speed, but who said that it could never be repurposed? Tiny claws unsheathed themselves as they hooked into the rough bark of the tree in front of him, young albeit powerful shoulders hoisting him up. Slowly he made his way up the trunk, pausing momentarily to catch his breath before continuing on. The same familiar burn he felt in his limbs and shoulders when sprinting around the camp of windclan was present here and now. He needed a break.
His attention panned to the left, fixating upon a branch inviting him to rest within a cozy looking nook. Carefully he reached out, semi translucent claws seeking purchase upon the tree limb. Once he had a solid grip Coyote pulled himself up and nestled in, eyes of mint growing exceedingly wide at the gorgeous view. "Whoa..." He could see beyond the shelter of skyclan's camp and a patrol of warriors that looked like ants beneath him. "Wow, they look really tiny from up here." He chuckled, but that is when realization began to set in. Just how high had he climbed? An icy chill ran down the young tom's spine as he slowly looked straight down, the once magical view now shifting into nightmare fuel. Coyote's claws slipped from their sheaths, his forelimbs hugging the branch he perched upon. There was a moment of hesitation, he wanted to call out for help but at the same time he did not want to get into trouble either. Yet he knew it would be impossible to get himself out of this situation. "H-Help! I'm...I don't know how to get down!" He called aloud.
Cream dipped paws loped forward before finally halting at the base of a tree. Tipping his head back, he skimmed the length of overgrown plant as his tail twitched from one side to the other. He could do this. Sucking in a deep breath he wiggled in place just a bit to get his jitters out before releasing that same breath. Windclan cat's were blessed with a build meant for speed, but who said that it could never be repurposed? Tiny claws unsheathed themselves as they hooked into the rough bark of the tree in front of him, young albeit powerful shoulders hoisting him up. Slowly he made his way up the trunk, pausing momentarily to catch his breath before continuing on. The same familiar burn he felt in his limbs and shoulders when sprinting around the camp of windclan was present here and now. He needed a break.
His attention panned to the left, fixating upon a branch inviting him to rest within a cozy looking nook. Carefully he reached out, semi translucent claws seeking purchase upon the tree limb. Once he had a solid grip Coyote pulled himself up and nestled in, eyes of mint growing exceedingly wide at the gorgeous view. "Whoa..." He could see beyond the shelter of skyclan's camp and a patrol of warriors that looked like ants beneath him. "Wow, they look really tiny from up here." He chuckled, but that is when realization began to set in. Just how high had he climbed? An icy chill ran down the young tom's spine as he slowly looked straight down, the once magical view now shifting into nightmare fuel. Coyote's claws slipped from their sheaths, his forelimbs hugging the branch he perched upon. There was a moment of hesitation, he wanted to call out for help but at the same time he did not want to get into trouble either. Yet he knew it would be impossible to get himself out of this situation. "H-Help! I'm...I don't know how to get down!" He called aloud.
Tryna throw shade on me say a lot 'bout you
