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BARKPOOL
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Tree Bark is fearless. He’s as tough as they come, with an iron will and the courage to do anything to protect himself and his clanmates. He has fought opponents double his size and still somehow won. He has made it this far in life with only half of his vision to rely on. He’s not afraid of some impossibly tall tree. Not at all.
At least, he’s not afraid until he’s standing at the base of the tree, gnarled roots twisted beneath his paws. The Great Pine, or whatever it’s called—the Tall Pine?—stretches far into the sky, and he’s feeling a bit lightheaded just looking up at it. But he needs to do this, to climb this specific tree. SkyClan is a thing now, with fewer numbers than they had back when they were just Rain’s group of cats, and he has to be one of their protectors. He knows he’s at a disadvantage against others his age, if only because of his lack of an eye, and he knows that he has to prove himself. Prove that he belongs here, among the rest of the pine forest dwellers.
He hooks his claws into the lowest portion of the trunk, tugging a couple times to ensure that he’s got a good hold. Then, slowly, he eases himself up, using his hind claws to continue dragging his body up the tree. He’s not bad at climbing trees, but this is a different sort of tree from the rest. Thicker, taller. Once he gets into a rhythm, though, he’s settled onto one of its lowest branches, tipping his head back to avoid looking below himself. He knows it’s a long way down—don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
He looks.
"Shit!" He curses, claws digging into the tree’s bark. He’s clinging to the branch for dear life, single yellow eye wide as he stares down at the ground so far below. He’s not getting dizzy, the world just tends to sway like this when one is high up—right? "How do I get back down now…?" He grumbles to himself, pressing his chest closer to the branch he’s perched upon. Disappointment floods his chest like some heavy weight; he’s supposed to be better than this.
At least, he’s not afraid until he’s standing at the base of the tree, gnarled roots twisted beneath his paws. The Great Pine, or whatever it’s called—the Tall Pine?—stretches far into the sky, and he’s feeling a bit lightheaded just looking up at it. But he needs to do this, to climb this specific tree. SkyClan is a thing now, with fewer numbers than they had back when they were just Rain’s group of cats, and he has to be one of their protectors. He knows he’s at a disadvantage against others his age, if only because of his lack of an eye, and he knows that he has to prove himself. Prove that he belongs here, among the rest of the pine forest dwellers.
He hooks his claws into the lowest portion of the trunk, tugging a couple times to ensure that he’s got a good hold. Then, slowly, he eases himself up, using his hind claws to continue dragging his body up the tree. He’s not bad at climbing trees, but this is a different sort of tree from the rest. Thicker, taller. Once he gets into a rhythm, though, he’s settled onto one of its lowest branches, tipping his head back to avoid looking below himself. He knows it’s a long way down—don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
He looks.
"Shit!" He curses, claws digging into the tree’s bark. He’s clinging to the branch for dear life, single yellow eye wide as he stares down at the ground so far below. He’s not getting dizzy, the world just tends to sway like this when one is high up—right? "How do I get back down now…?" He grumbles to himself, pressing his chest closer to the branch he’s perched upon. Disappointment floods his chest like some heavy weight; he’s supposed to be better than this.
[ PENNED BY FOXLORE ]
