RACING THE WIND || race

[TIGERSCAR]

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Another day, another patrol. He returns to camp in his usual cheery mood, stretching out his fore-limbs as sharp claws tear at the earth. Finally comfortable, Tigerscar begins his daily ritual of grooming, dragging various twigs and other debris from his long, tabby fur. The Maine coon even finds a few ticks, though he picks them out as best he can. Soon enough, the cold would be too much for the creatures. They'd die in the frost, and Tigerscar certainly wouldn't mourn them. He doesn't really get ticks and fleas as much as the full time SkyClan warriors, perhaps because of the care his twoleg folk provide him. Regardless, he finds himself pleased several minutes later, feeling thoroughly clean and sleek. That was, unfortunately, when the boredom began to set in. An idea springs to mind, an opportunity to practice SkyClan's unique skill set. The practice would surely benefit them all.

"Anyone down for a race? Through the trees, specifically. We'll race from camp, to the river. If you touch the ground after we begin, you're disqualified!" His thunderous words rise to fill the clearing as the brute allows his gaze the flicker past the faces of the SkyClan cats lurking nearby. Hopefully, someone would be interested in his little game.

((a race through the trees to the river. the winner will be decided via dice roll. everyone who posts, please roll a 1d20 in the skyclan discord. the HIGHEST number gets first place. And so on and so forth (so the second highest number would get second place, the third highest number would get third place, etc.) Ties are allowed! If you're unlucky enough to roll a 1, your character will fall and hit the ground.

tigerscar has rolled an 11 ))
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[TWITCHBOLT]

Twitchbolt loved climbing- was adept at it, even in unruly weather. He was faster than most, too- being small, he had to learn other ways of excelling in spars. The idea of gallivanting through the treetops, though? He'd never actually run across them, raced with speed being the only thing in mind. Unlike a lot of things, though- this didn't terrify him. It was the trees, it was running- he'd done worse, gone higher. And it might be nice to have a tiny little break, especially with leaf bare looming on the horizon.

Wide eyes slipped toward Tigerscar, and despite his ever-there trembling, the nod he offered the warrior was one of steadfast acceptance. "I'll give it a go," he said, smile framing his words. There wasn't absolute, unbridled thrill in his voice, but there was a dormant excitement. Whether he won or not, it sounded like a good time...

\ rolled a 9!​

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[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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"Oh, you are so on!" replied Johnnyflame as he got to his paws, a crooked grin settling on his maw.

The bobtail was trying to take Duskpools advice to not punish himself so much over what had happened with Brightpaw, and Tigerscars suggestion for a friendly race through the pines seemed like just the kind of light-hearted, time-killing fun the patched tabby could use. Besides, he was always down to compete against someone, regardless of what the challenge was. In that regard Johnnyflame had always been a bit of a showoff, never afraid to have eyes on him and all too happy to show just what he was capable of. Besides, it'd been a while since the golden-eyed tom had done something just for the sheer enjoyment of it, especially with his fellow Skyclanners.

OOC- Johnny rolled a 16

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[TIGERSCAR]

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He waits for awhile, but it seemed he'd only attracted the attention of two others. Tigerscar focuses first upon Twitchbolt, grinning at the Lead Warrior with a mischievous expression. The other cat seemed excited, though the emotion swims dully beneath Twitchbolt's vocals, easily missed. Johnnyflame, another lead warrior, soon expresses his interest, though he is a lot more bold about showing his excitement for the upcoming race. Tigerscar mirrors his smile with a toothy expression of his own, before the brute makes his way toward the camp exit with a sweep of his tail.

"Come on then, I think it's just going to be us!" Tigerscar notes. The closest tree to the camp exit is his initial target. Claws coil into bark as the lumbering tom hauls himself up into it's branches, gesturing for the two Leads to follow. "Alright. Ready yourselves." The Daylight Warrior warns, allowing the two several long minutes to move to their preferred branch and position within the tree. "GO!" His thunderous voice cracks through the air as he launches himself from his perch and into the next tree over.

The race had begun.

Occasionally, he would need to reposition himself higher or lower to reach the next branch, but Tigerscar seemed to be making steady progress towards the river. Half-way there, and he's already feeling the burn in his muscles. His heart races along with his breath as he scrabbles for grip among the tree-tops. Somewhere along the way, he's outpaced by Johnnyflame as the other SkyClanner takes the lead. By the time they finally reach the river, it was clear that Johnnyflame had won, with Tigerscar arriving second, nearly out of breath as he clings to his perch with exhausted paws.

"You're fast." He comments toward the Lead Warrior with a pant. "Nice job! That certainly warmed my muscles. Good exercise."

Now, where was Twitchbolt?
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[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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There were many reasons that Johnnyflame had decided to join Skyclan, but one of the most undeniable for the patched tabby was the sheer challenge that came from every day life. Learning to hunt, to navigate the treetops, to work your paws raw every day to look after something or someone outside of yourself. Not catching prey meant someone went hungry. Not finding herbs meant the sick got sicker. Not defending your borders meant that enemies drove you out. It was a chaotic, violent, and unpredictable world that had sent a jolt of life through Johnny the moment he'd allowed Thistleback to lead him into camp, and he wore every scar on his body like a medal pinned to his skin. Johnny had never been soft, but living as a daylight warrior within Skyclan had certainly made him the best version of himself- not just physically, but who he was.

He knew these trees like he knew the backs of his own paws, and while he was far from the strongest or fastest cat that their group had to offer, luck was on his side that day it seemed. Every step landed just right, every leap done with solid form, and somehow he managed to pull ahead as the trio went darting through the trees. He was sure a part of it was just the sheer need for an adrenaline rush after the fog his brain had been in after the death of his apprentice.

When they reached the river at last and finally dropped from the trees, Johnnyflame found Tigerscar first. "Thanks- was definitely in the zone." he agreed, impressed that he'd managed to beat the other two. And you said it- nothing like a good, high-speed race to get the blood pumpin'." the bobtail replied with a fanged grin before his eyes went searching for Twitchbolt as well.

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