STUCK IN THE SWAMP ✦₊⁺ CLIMBING PRACTICE

[DEERPAW.]

Climbing is an interesting topic. Deerpaw hasn't really given any thought to climbing trees– when there's perfectly good soil on the ground. He kneads the ground beneath him, a slight breeze brushing through his spiky, messed - up fur. The gangly, faux tortoiseshell frowns as he stares at the tree he picked for practice. Craning his neck back to stare at the twisting branches of the oak tree he had randomly picked by choice.

His mentor stood beside him, explaining how to dig his claws into the tree and climb upwards from there. The skeletal creature twitched as he swiveled an ear towards the departing pawsteps of the molly. He wrinkles his muzzle up, as he shuffles backward slightly away from the towering oak. He crouches down, his stomach skimming the grass below him. His long dark ginger tail twitching with his ears flattened towards his dark skull. Hazel eyes narrow at his target, he bunches up his muscles for a moment... Before pushing himself up and off the ground and into a slow sprint. The bark of the tree came closer and closer until he launched himself up the side quickly unsheathing his ivory - hooked claws and digging them into the gnarled trunk.

Finding purchase on the bark, he flit dark - bagged eyes upwards. Claws sinking into the bark, dark paws slowly reaching up and hooking onto the bark of the oak. He has never climbed much before, but he is certainly doing it now... He wants to impress his mentor. He doesn't want to be dead weight. A mismatched ear twitches at his mentor, her encouraging voice filtering through his ears. He's doing it... Deerpaw slowly but surely crawls himself upwards, clawhold after clawhold until his leather nose twitches as catches a whiff of bittersweet earthy aroma and of chilled leaves. Right. It is Leafbare.

He shakes his head, before continuing on his ascension. The apprentice makes it to a branch, he reaches to the side, pushing off of his hind paws, and then scrambles onto the branch. Gritting his teeth together, he moves his paws on top of the branch with slight ease, the muscles in his shoulders burning. Glancing down from his newly claimed perch, through narrowed eyes. "I... Uhh.. M-made it. Did I d-do good?" He tilts his head, while he settles onto his stomach on the branch he has claimed, his claws now sheathed comfortably in his paws.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk
  

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Softsight]

Whether she had meant to or not, Softsight had made something of a niche for herself when it came to climbing. She was far from being a SkyClanner, or from being able to scale the Great Sycamore - though she'd never tried - but she was decent enough. She'd certainly known enough even as an apprentice when she helped Roaringsun down from where he'd gotten stuck in a tree, and since then, climbing had seemed to come rather naturally to the small she-cat.

Though she had no apprentice of her own, Softsight often tagged along to training when mentors allowed it - there was never an age at which you could stop learning, and even though Honeydapple had proved a capable mentor, Softsight had found herself wondering what other cat's teaching angles were like. It was how she found herself here, now, beneath the tree that Deerpaw and his mentor had chosen to scale for their act of climbing practice.

"You're doing well." Softsight commented as Deerpaw looked down from his perch, and she nodded encouragingly. She's sure that the apprentice's mentor can offer more advice than she can, and it would most likely hold more weight than anything Softsight could offer. She just wants to make sure that Deerpaw knows he isn't alone in his endeavors.

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- he's worried watching this. maybe he shouldn't be watching it at all, if he's being honest, but he can't help it. he is curious. he can't climb trees anymore, but that does not mean that he won't watch others do it. it does mean that he is worriedly watching each step, even if a smile stays on his face. its uneasy to say the least. he settles into a sit, nodding his head into agreement with softsight.

"oh, you're doing great! mhm! just be really careful, okay? take it slow and don't climb up too much!"

it's the only advice he can offer. orangepaw is quite frankly terrified that he might have to watch deerpaw fall off of those branches. that thought was scary enough in of itself. orangepaw can't bare to think about that too much. it was scary to think about, seeing as he's done it before, and in thst very moment he thought that maybe he would die. he gently shakes his head to get the thoughts away. deerpaw was great at this. there was no need for him to worry so much.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IN A RAGING BLACK OCEAN ⋅❁⋅ LOW IN THE WATER, AND NOWHERE TO GO ──┐‎

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) basilpaw can feel his claws practically itching to sink into the rough tree bark as he watches deerpaw carefully traverse the branches. green eyes follow the other boy’s figure, noting where he messes up and where he succeeds, filing the information away for his own try. deerpaw ascends finally to calls of encouragement from softlight and orangepaw, and basilpaw will lift his own voice. “good job, deerpaw!” he’ll compliment his denmate, paws kneading at the ground. “mind if i join ya?” a pleading look will be sent campionsong’s way.

“can i try, dad? pleaseeeee?”eyes widening, the cream tabby pulls out his bottom lip, tipping his head like he used to when he was a kit. it always works on his father, something he has learned over the moons, and he makes plenty use of it now that he’s campionsong’s apprentice. “i’ll be careful, and i’ll do what lily pad said to do, and it’ll be good practice for me.” that’s right, bas, make your argument in three points. he’ll have to listen now.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

• // mentor tag @CAMPIONSONG "#FAC966"
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  BASILPAW 𖤓 HE / THEY, APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. MENTORED BY CAMPIONSONG. SIBLING TO MERLINPAW, WOLFPAW. 6 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, and he has ferny-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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