pafp REACHING FOR THE SKY — climbing advice

[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— the small tabby pads across camp, her energetic (sometimes) and quickly growing kits under the relaxed eye of another, once again towards a scruffy bicolor form. she remembers that frightful night when so many cats had been penned up in camp, milling restlessly, feeling helpless in the face of the looming, yet-unseen threat that is windclan. she has not yet laid eyes on the apparently vicious warriors of the moor clan, only heard tales of them and seen the scars they leave behind. she remembers how twitchbolt had climbed the trees like they were flat ground, nestled in the pines as a lookout. in less than a moon her kits will journey to the apprentices' den and she will pursue her own new path, turned towards a future and a title that feel so distant: warrior. she's not officially an apprentice (she thinks), hopefully will not be dressed up with the name bobbiepaw, although she has no way of deciphering the strange tangled paths of clan ranking. perhaps she will be, though she hopes not; either way, she wants to feel at least a little prepared.

"twitchbolt?" she mews in greeting, feeling a bit more comfortable both in skyclan and in speaking to him, half-tail curled awkwardly as she glances away. bobbie shifts on her paws, pushing herself to remember: if she never does anything, she'll never get anywhere. rosemary eyes dance to one of the trees that occasionally freckle camp, more than a bit self-conscious of her absolute lack of talent for skyclan's namesake skill, "um, congratulations on your pr-promotion. and, i, uh was wondering—did you have any advice on learning how to cl-climb?"

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• ❀ bobbie — for her kithood love of bobby pins she/her ; cisgender female — skyclan — queen — 38 ☾s —— bobbie is a beautiful but insecure lilac tabby, dotted with white patches and with pale green eyes. a queen of skyclan, she's sweet and kind if prone to melancholy; the heartbreaking end of a lifelong romance has left her scarred.. —— smells like sweet lavender & tea leaves ; sounds like sansa stark ; speech in #D64933, thoughts in #B1C797 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, divorced, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, plotting ; not open to unplanned romance & unplanned battles penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• shhh don't look here (battle info will go here at some point)

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Despite all his growth, all he had done to strive past that feeling, part of Twitchbolt could not fathom the concept of being wanted. Even for the most basic of errands, like hunting patrols and marking borders, the little Twitchkit in his soul could not stop staring in disbelief that people trusted him, thought of him. Of course he wanted to be useful- of course- and would always do what was asked of him, despite the bewilderment buried in his heart. It was still there, though.

He met Bobbie's greeting with a few moments of silent shock, typical of any moment where he was approached; a tightened jaw loosened a little into a smile amongst immediately afterward. Bobbie was nice, really nice. She had always been nice, and- and he didn't have to worry that she hated him or didn't believe in him or thought he was some idiot or-

Congratulations on your pr-promotion. "Uh- thanks," and it was sheepish gratitude, given without eye-contact, but genuine nonetheless. And then- then, advice on how to climb. Scaling the trees was one of the only things that Twitchbolt had ever felt made for- like he had some genuine purpose doing. It was a dramatic thought, but a wholly sincere one; and,, though his uncontrollable shaking persevered, he visibly relaxed while considering an answer.

"Yeah! Of course," he hummed, eyes flickering to one of the pines that encircled their camp. "Y'know, getting up is actually easier thank it looks. B-but- getting down is... tricker, 'cos you have to do it, like- backwards, so your claws dig in. And it's- it's scary, but its the safest way to get down a tree-trunk," he murmured, smile lilting his words slightly.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[YUKIO]

don't rush something you want to last forever .​

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Yukio had drawn more out of his shell since losing his kits, found curled up in his nest reeking of sorrow until Blazestar intrusted him with three kits, changing his view for the better. Even so, Yukio could still taste the heavy sorrow weighing heavily on tired optics, afraid to sleep only to wake up in search of them, only for the harsh reality slapping him in the face.

Shaking his helm, the cream-ticked tabby listened, curious, ears pricked in attention, optics wide. Climbing? His owners had once bought him trees once before they disappeared, leaving him with owners who cared less about him. His ears flattened. He missed them.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Yukio bounced on the pads of his soft pads, trilling. “B, Backwards?” He asked, optics wide. “H, Has anyone—” He frowned, kneading the ground. “Has a, anyone gotten—Oh. N, Nevermind!” Silly me. He shook his helm. “H, How do you m, move up?” He blinked, helm titled. ​

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thought speech​

 

[CHALK]

⭒✧ As if summoned by the up-twist of an interrogative, Chalk's tufted head slunk out from between two sun-worn ferns. Face cinched mildly at the dry rattle of the foliage, it took him a second to catch up on the conversation. Bobbie's, perhaps nervous, query to an even more jittery Twitchbolt satisfied his assumption- there was learning to be had.

Emerging not far from the lilac tabby, he offered a nod of courtesy before tuning into the lead warrior's response. It made sense, the speed a cat could gather before leaping up a tree was much easier to control than the one forced on them on the way down. Chalk had some experience clambering across twoleg rooves and gullies but their smooth crafts meant hooking claws wasn't as advised. Different with organic materials, noted.

Another voice, with cropped words like the others, spoke up. He blinked. "Finishing a question is the best way to have it answered." Though not unkind, his tone was slick with bemusement. Questions weren't shameful- simple ones stood to reinforce ideas. The other cat could rebut with something entirely new too, an even more exciting prospect. A bowed ear further emphasised his lack of malice. Chalk did not want to upset the queen, stories of their pain already carried to him in broken commentary from other clanmates.

Yukio's other question was complete, and one he wanted to hear Twitchbolt answer as well, so the daylight warrior sat and tucked his tail over his paws. "Could you offer a demonstration? It'd be good to see your expertise in practice." Bright eyes accompanied the tom's request. ​

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[flowercloud.]

If there was anything she liked doing more, it was climbing. Her gaze lifted as they began talking about climbing trees and she thought it would be a good lesson for @SNAPPAW.

Having an apprentice really was a distraction from Crowmask. She barely seen him anymore, thank starclan. And since snap paw was eager to learn, it made it all more fun.

Or was she putting feelings into the apprentice and just hoping he was eager to do such things?

"Most do learn from demonstration and then doing it themselves," the fluffy warrior encouraged with a purr. "I can assist, if you need, we can maybe make it a game?"

Flowercloud thought it could make a good training exercise if they could somehow turn it into a safe game to include younger and older apprentices. "But.. we don't have to."