LIVIN' ˚⊹♡ tree climbing practice

[ODDGLEAM]

Climbing is natural for all Skyclanners, but for Oddpaw? It's a little hard. He isn't the best tree climber out there by no means, but he isn't the worst. Sure, he'd climbed over fences and other alleyway stuff back at the Twoleg Place. But he's a little rusty to say at the least. So here he is standing in front of a tree, looking up at the towering banches, reaching above him.

As such, he's been working on his climbing skills, while they're aren't perfect by no means yet but he's trying. Warm copper gazes at the gnarled truck of a random tree he's decided to practice his climbing on, digging hooked claws in the dirt below him. The calico apprentice, breathes in and out from his maw before turning around to get a running start for himself. He stops at a good distance away, tail twitching at the ground behind him. He crouches slightly, ears folded back against his head as he silently encouraged himself. He presses his pale paws into the dirt, as he bursts into a steady run. As he gets closer and closer to the tree, he launches himself forward hooking claws into the bark. He crawls up quickly up the truck, spotting a twisted branch ahead of him. The skinny framed tom, acting upon instinct he swings himself up until he's perched upon its twisted limbs. Gripping his claws into the bark, taking in the scent of pine needles for a brief moment. He sits down properly upon the branch, craning his head up to look at the long way he has to go. He lets out a huff, a smile curling upon his maw. Oh well, at least he made it up here it's a good start.

OOC ˚⊹♡ THE COLORFUL STATE OF MIND

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• ( really? that's it? seriously.. ) ODDPAW : apprentice of skyclan
  — cismale ; HE / THEY ; currently 10 moons
  ♡ bi-pan / single / not actively looking / open to flirting & puppy-crushes
  — a medium-furred sliver and cream calico tom with copper eyes
  ♡ action , thoughts , "Speech, ac7d88"
  — smells of caramel frappe & chilled stone
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  

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[Orangestar]

"Good." Orangestar observes from the ground, craning her head back to follow Oddpaw as he ascends to one of the low perches in the pine tree. She and Springpaw are taking a brief break from tracking practise, just in time to witness Oddpaw's solo training. From her vantage point (or lack thereof), she squints up into the foliage to see if he has any nearby clawholds available to him. Nothing she can see, but that doesn't mean there isn't any ...

"As you get higher into the tree, you will need more frequent breaks. Don't overdo it." She calls up to the pale-patched tom. "Your form is good."

ooc ✧ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦

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  ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | nine lives
  " a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  
  — single ; mentoring springpaw
  — speech is in #E3B2A9
  — tags | art by pin
  

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[SLATE]

Slate is drawn toward the base of the tree whilst out on a territory excursion with @Cherrypaw because... well, that wasn't important. His great head cranes back, watching as Oddpaw manages to reach the first branch of the evergreen. The apprentice showed more initiative in scaling the towering tree than he did, something that he is not proud to acknowledge.

Sparing a quick glance toward Orangestar and her apprentice, he gets an idea. The lead warrior decides to turn his attention to his trainee next, "Think you could go higher?" He presents, a lightly challenging glint appearing in his solid amber hues. Cherrypaw has always possessed an innate climbing talent just like her mother. In fact, she often resorted to training with Orangestar when it came to climbing as opposed to him, seeing as he was really only comfortable sticking to the lower branches. Any higher and he'd probably panic and freeze, a position he would never want to subject himself to. The ground was where the bulky male operated best.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞

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  slate
  

  — he/him; lead warrior of skyclan
  — a hulking, scarred charcoal-black colored maine coon with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[edenberry ?!]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 'Course Slate's here... pining after Orangestar like he's addicted to her scent or something. Edenpaw's eyes stay fixed up at Oddpaw, flicking an ear as the leader comments on the progress of their den-mate. At the very least... that means Cherrypaw is here to keep them company. This is one of their strong suits too, a chance to impress, if only because the department their girlfriend (hehe) excels in is their weakest in comparison. Tawnystripe, they think with a pained fondness, had been a good teacher in this regard at least, even if they could credit some of their skills to the need to climb the wooden beams that surrounded their garden.

"Try the branches to your left," they call up the trunk, placing their forepaws on the bark to try to get a better look at the swaying tendrils. "The breeze is moving them less.. they should be sturdier..." Perception was... a bit of a struggle but seeing movement in general wasn't so bad.

They glance back towards their mentor with a small smile, sweeping their gaze to Cherrypaw as Slate pokes at her with a challenge. They don't bother to wait though... lunging up the tree with little effort to the lowest branches. It would be easier to give advice if they were closer.... and they could smack at the calico girl meant to follow them for fun. She was a fighter... she'd probably just squirrel around the base to avoid their silly swatting. Race them to the top even... could be good inspiration for Oddpaw too!

-- mentor tag @Hazelbeam​

 

[Springshine]

Slate's presence is not a rare occurrence whenever her mentor is around. Often, she thought that perhaps he resembled more of a lost puppy than a cat, what with the look on his face he held while padding after Orangestar. She herself is not the most fond of the lead warrior. Hes gruff and mean and seems confused about the clan he was in. Her ma had always told her that kittypets were an important part of SkyClan, that when Mr.Rain had founded the pine colony back in the day he had believed that anyone was capable of good, that Blazestar had carried on that belief and that 'second chance' attitude in his memory. Her mother was a smart cat, she thinks. She wishes she were here now...

If she thinks too much about her mother she'll cry and then she'll have to explain to everyone why she is crying which would only make her cry more so instead she tilts her head upwards and decides to focus on Oddpaw, to listen to the advice Orangestar was giving and try her hardest to store it away for later. "Higher?" she squeaks at Slate's suggestion, eyes widening in alarm. But Oddpaw was already so high up... She hopes Orangestar doesn't ask the same of her, she only just started learning how to climb, after all!

She shuffles her paws anxiously as Edenpaw darts forward to climb up the trunk... oh now if she didn't join she'd look weird huh? But she really doesn't want to so instead she takes a step backwards and crouches low to the ground, doing her best to look small, invisible, so that no one would challenge her

( ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ) my heart I surrender

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  SPRINGPAW SKYCLAN APPRENTICE ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PUMPKINPAW
  

  A small she-cat with fluffy black and white fur and bright blue eyes

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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