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[Sorrelsong]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Though she had intended to lead Flora through the maze of leaves and underbrush towards the rockpile teming with mice, Sorrelsong found her paws leading her somewhere else. Past the uneven, sharp ground that gives way to slippery gray rocks, she leads Flora- whom she finds herself thinking of as an apprentice more then a shadow - to a cooler area. The ground underpaw becomes chillier the closer they get, protected from the sun by the maze of leaves and branches above. Sorrelsong is quick to side-step any dried leaves underpaw and point out fragile sticks as the mollys move closer and closer the scoure of the shadows, but does not drop into a hunting crouch just yet. She glances up, smiling slightly.
"I know we were talking about mice eariler," She murmers to her apprentice, getting as close to the other molly as she dared. She was overly aware of the other's space and did her best to be respectful of the other cat, but tried to be as close as possible so her voice didn't travel far. Finding the right balance was hard while keeping her eyes trained on the dancing prey above, so she might bump the molly now and then as she speaks, "But honestly, this is a bit more intresting."
Before them stood the Tallpine, aptly named as it spread it's branches ever upwards and outwards. It's trunk was thick, records of many attempts to climb it decorated the trunk. Some claw marks were so old the tree looked like it was growing around them, healing in a way.
"I learned how to hunt here. Never liked it on the ground." She half grimced at the memory, electing not to share how she over came her fear of heights. She had really felt like she didn't belong anywhere in the clan back then, never safe on the ground or in the trees. Things had changed as she aged and became a warrior, but those first moons were rough for her. She hoped they wouldn't be as rough for Flora. "What we're going to build to - think of it as a long off challange if you'd like - is climb up the trunk, wait for a bird to come, then land on it. Instead of throwing all of that on you because it's a lot," thanks Tigerscar, "we're going to break it up into bits then work from there - sound good?"

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• ooc: continuation of this thread :)
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  SORRELSONG— SHE/HER･ 43 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SKY CLAN･ PENNED BY @KEEEKEEEY!

  Once a rather pretty brown smoked molly, Circe is unnaturally lithe and is missing large chunks of her fur. She has an oddly muscular and feminie build and small paws. — physically easy && mentally easy — Attempting to learn Sky Clan's ways — NPC x NPC : Sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang

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[Florabreeze]

Hunting was surprisingly enjoyable, from the pawful of experiences that she has had hunting with Sorrelsong she had found it to be something she looked forward to. Even when she failed at it Flora found that it was just pretty fun, perhaps it was the company? She had spent too long musing over why she enjoyed hunting so much that It took her a moment to realise that they weren’t walking to their usual hunting spot.

Flora follows the Warriors lead, making sure to keep a wide berth from any dried leaves and anything else that could potentially make noise. She wasn’t too sure what her formal title would be in this situation. Though she wasn’t sure if it was something that she should say out loud, the Daylight Warrior had grown accustomed to assigning Sorrelsong with the title of mentor whenever she thought of her. It made sense, right? She was technically being mentored in the ways of a Warriors duties.

Her ears twitch at the sound of the chocolate point molly’s voice, glancing down to meet her gaze. She didn’t mind when Sorellsong would occasionally bump into her. If anything it was endearing in her eyes, she didn’t dare say anything about it but her grin widened. “I see, is this payback for me keeping you on your paws?” She tried her best to be quiet when hunting, it was harder than she would like to admit since she is naturally boisterous. For Flora, being quiet was more akin to sounding like a stage whisper but she was slowly improving at lowering her voice when needed to.

There were no complaints from her though, despite the teasing tone she was excited to be shown something interesting. Interesting was definitely the right descriptor for this, she realised very quickly as she stared at the Tallpine. She wasn’t one to take in the beauty of nature, trees just looked like trees to Flora, nothing had really stood out to her like this before. Standing before the Tallpine intimidated her slightly, but underneath that intimidation was a blossoming feeling of awe and reverence. There was something beautiful about the history that it carried, how many cats before her had stood here?

"So that's why you're so good at hunting then?" Despite the playfulness, the question was genuine. A challenge huh, she was interested in the plan that Sorrelsong described. It was a lot, so she was thankful for her consideration in the decision to break this up. “That sounds good, do you want to take the lead and I follow? So I can see how a Warrior should be doing it. Oorrr did you want to watch me try?” Personally she was fine either way, she would happily follow Sorrelsongs lead or her direction.​

 

[Sorrelsong]

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“I see, is this payback for me keeping you on your paws?”
"Simply inspiration to keep me on mine," The words came out playfully and so quick it took the molly a second before she fully registered them. More like a gut reaction then a sentence. She smiled a bit, a refreshing wave of calm washing over her. I'm good at hunting because Star Clan had to give me something besides my luck.
Tipping her head at her apprentice's question the molly blinks slowly, considering. Honestly, some part of her was wanting to watch Flora try her best and to give tips. Something that she finds helpful to this day, but right as she was to open her maw, Sorrelsong pursed her lips. She would've given anything to watch Tigerscar hunt before she did. It was always such a hastle to understand what he meant - especially because he would change the terminology he would use every training session. And, she supposed, was just generally mean.
"How about I show you how to climb the tree," She smiled, feeling a bit of kithood excitment breathe back into her at the thought, "and we end today's training session with a race?"
Assuming the molly's next words were something along the lines of 'okay' Sorrelsong padded over to the base of the tree, its roots stretching the over the ground in odd thin branches. The trees symmetry was something the Molly hadn’t really thought to take note of before now. The roots were similar to the branchs in a way that seemed intentional, but really it was just how the tree was. Or maybe Star Clan had created it that way? Did they even posses that power?
Claws found their home in the bark, muscles bunched, tensed, and released as Sorrelsong hefted herself up the belly of the tree. Sometimes she liked to think of herself as a wildly enormous squirrel as she climbed. She sure felt like one as she made sure to position her tail opposite her body weight but out just enough so that it was a counter weight more then just an extension of her body.
She paused, finding herself a far ways above ground, but still below the canopy of weight baring branches. Excitement rushed through her at the thought of having another cat to climb with, and then pride when she invisioned Flora up here with her.
With a huff, Sorrelsong flicked her tail. This move she had made in her own, and she couldn’t wait to show her friend. She just had to steel herself before she did it.
In a movement that was an odd cross between a jump and a push, Sorrelsong unhooked her claws and launched herself up into the air, then used her tail to twist herself around mid-fall. Bracing for impact, the brown Molly bent her legs and fought to relax her muscles. She landed with a sharp “oof!”, snapping an ill placed twig beneath her.
Shaking herself off, the Molly gave Flora a wide smile, her chest heaving with effort and excitement.
“Got a little carried away, admittedly, but that’s what the whole thing can look like - you could also drop from the branches if you’d like, but I can show you that one later. If you’re alright with the height.”

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  SORRELSONG— SHE/HER･ 43 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SKY CLAN･ PENNED BY @KEEEKEEEY!

  Once a rather pretty brown smoked molly, Circe is unnaturally lithe and is missing large chunks of her fur. She has an oddly muscular and feminie build and small paws. — physically easy && mentally easy — Attempting to learn Sky Clan's ways — NPC x NPC : Sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang

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[Florabreeze]

“Mm sounds like a challenge, I’m glad I can inspire you” she chuckled, following that playful tone that Sorrelsong gave her. It felt good to see Sorrelsong a little more relaxed, it was exciting whenever Flora caught a glimpse of that more playful side of her. “That sounds good, I’m happy to watch you climb the tree” she thought maybe it would boost her friends confidence if she could showcase her skills a little bit more. She was a little surprised at the idea of a race, it sounded good, exciting even. A small rush of adrenalin flooding her senses at the thought of it, another breezy laugh escaping her, she fought to keep it quiet so she wouldn’t potentially scare anything off.

“A race? Sure! Just expect to carry me back if I get too tired” she teased as she continued the slowly losing battle of keeping quiet. A small gasp of surprise escaped her as she watched Sorrelsong pounce and started the task of climbing up the tree. That feeling of awe coming back as she watched her, the molly made it look so effortless! As she watched her friend make it high above her, scaling the tree with ease she felt excitement, how cool would it be for her to climb up just like that? Could every Skyclanner do this? A newfound appreciation for clan cats found its way to her. She wondered if all of them could do this, if all of them understood just how… well cool it looked from an outside perspective. Another gasp of shock, this time a lot louder, forgetting where she was momentarily all she could do was stare at Sorrelsong as she launched herself into the air.

She immediately moved to be beside Sorrelsong once she was on the ground “That was incredible! You’re incredible, you really do that all the time and you don’t brag about it?” She babbled excitedly, her fluffy tail flicking in the air in excitement. Trying to be considerate of other clan mates patrolling or training had abandoned her mind entirely, she was so determined to get across to her friend just how cool she thought she was. She blinked and laughed “sorry I got excited, the branches would be cool, I’m fine with the height. I should probably learn this first though.” Flora looked back to the looming structure of the Tallpine, a small pang of anxiety hit her, she wasn’t really all that experienced in climbing so she was a little worried about looking like a fool. She wanted to try it though, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to today but watching Sorrelsong had inspired her.

“Promise not to laugh if I flub this?” her voice was light and she played it off as being playful but there was concern laced in there, with a small sigh she worked up the courage to approach the tree. She was determined to do this, she wanted to show that she was capable. So before Sorrelsong could even try to talk her out of it she closed her eyes and hunched to be closer to the grass beneath her. Digging her hind paws into the earth below and using the power behind her as momentum to push her further as she jumped. Unsheathed claws clung to the bark of the Tallpine for dear life, she didn’t jump as high as she would like and felt panic settle in as gravity tried to work against her. With a grunt of effort she managed to climb up the tree, nowhere near as fast as Sorrelsong but not at a snail's pace either. She thought about how her mentor had adjusted her tail to counteract her body weight and mirrored that. Surprisingly enough to herself, despite the slow start she managed to reach the point that her friend had reached earlier, Flora’s mind was racing as she tried to remember what Sorrelsong had done.

Unsheathing her claws she pushed herself off the belly of the tree, she didn’t have any of the flair that the chocolate point molly did, truthfully she was just focusing on making sure she didn’t break anything on the landing. She braced herself, stumbling forward when she landed, another small grunt of effort escaping her as she felt her legs ache from the landing. Nothing felt broken or sprained, she just knew in the back of her mind that she was going to be sore later from it. “Hey! Nothings broken” she cheered, the shock evident in her voice, she turned to look at Sorrelsong, a large grin full of pride plastered on her face “keeping you on your paws, right?”​

 

[Sorrelsong]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Flora's compliments were met with a shy, wide smile that Sorrelsong has to fight to hide. She simply shrugs at Flora's questions, eyes alight. Truthfully, she'd been afraid that her clan mates would call her 'Squirrelpelt' for her skills, and that was after her naming ceremony where she had been sure Tigerscar had suggested just that name. Her pelt buzzes with excitment and pride, but she keeps her tone free of those emotions.
"...you really do that all the time and you don't brag about it?"
"Makes it more exciting when I surprise them." Again, another reflexive statement but still a statement close to her heart. Every cat wants to be acknowleged without yelling about themselves, right? She did have to stop herself from saying her firist thought - that it would make it more exciting when her apprentice nails the move - but she pivoted with the words half way in her maw. She had full faith in Flora and knew she was going to be an amazing warrior, but she didn't want to make the molly feel limited to only being good at one skill either. Tigerscar had done that to her, and she still felt such guilt over her lack of fighting prowess.
She shakes her head, dismissing Flora's apologie, and giving a good-hearted laugh and a promise not to laugh if Flora 'flubbed' this move. It was, after all, a very hard move, and as Flora began to make her way to the tree, something stabs at Sorrelsong - should she of taken this a bit slower? She had meant to take it step at a time, climbing, then jump and land, but she did not really express that information. Brow furrowing with concern, the molly opens her mouth.
"Fl-Oh." If Sorrelsong was a big squirrel then... then she wasn't really sure what animal Flora was other then high up and amazingly brave. Maybe a bird? Though, the more critical side of her noted, not the most graceful bird, but an amazingly skilled one nonetheless. Good yes, good paw there. Yes, good - Good! Yes, use your tail like that - maybe not that much - oh nevermind! That was perfect! Sorrelsong kept her mouth clamped shut, unsure if the verbal feedback would confuse the molly as she climbs. Blue eyes catch Flora's tail-corrections and claw placement, proudly making note of how confident and compitent her apprentice was. Her launch was quick, her landing soild. Tail almost as high as her spirits, Sorrelsong beams at Flora.
"That was -" She shakes her head in disbelief, eyes bright, "Absolutley amazing." It took me forever to do that! She wants to tell the molly. Flora was advancing quickly - this was the last move Sorrelsong learned before she got her name, and Flora did it first try! She must be one good mentor - or Flora must be very skilled. That was more likely.
"You're definetly keeping me on my paws, alright." She mews, smile wide and chest full of pride for her friend. "You'll definetly have something to brag about when we get back to camp." She felt almost giddy. Flora was doing amazing! And she looked like she was having fun! It took a few beats for Sorrelsong to remember she was teaching.
"How do your paws feel? You did good, but the landing is the hard part. Generally, you'd land on prey or something a bit softer then," she pats the ground with her front paw, her eyes scanning over Flora's paws, "but still you'd want to go a bit limp in the legs, just to save Fireflypaw and Dawngaze some poppyseeds." She blinks slowly glancing up at the molly's full form, satisfed with her look over and waiting for Flora's response.
"They do not like getting new poppyseeds all that much." She mutters softly, her own paws aching in the many many memories she had in their den.
If her apprentice confirmed her paws were okay, Sorrelsong would smile wide. Caution pushed aside by kit-like delight. "Would you like to race then? You pick a height and we'll climb. I'll even give you a head start," She would playfully nudge the molly, feeling younger and more cofident then ever, "not that you'd need it."

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• ooc: sorry about the lack of response! I lost to notif for this thread! >:) It's also kinda funny to go back and fourth between Sorrel now and Sorrel in our star gazing thread lolol. Sorrel here is a bit more 'ah I have to be more formal but this person is chill and I have to fight to urge to be friendly and give a good impression of the clan' and Sorrel in that thread is just like 'Friend :) '
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  SORRELSONG— SHE/HER･ 43 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SKY CLAN･ PENNED BY @KEEEKEEEY!

  Once a rather pretty brown smoked molly, Circe is unnaturally lithe and is missing large chunks of her fur. She has an oddly muscular and feminie build and small paws. — physically easy && mentally easy — Attempting to learn Sky Clan's ways — NPC x NPC : Sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang

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[Florabreeze]

The nerves that Flora held regarding her climbing ability and her skill regarding replicating those moves as a whole melts away at Sorrelsong’s praise. She immediately grins, all teeth and radiating pride like the sun's rays above them. The daylight warrior almost felt bashful over it, almost, realistically she was preening but she thought that she should be more humble about it. Her mentor was so cool with being so casual about it, brushing off those compliments with ease. That just wasn’t her though, she was going to take whatever she was given. “They’ll get sick of it by the end of the day, everyone’s going to know the cool moves that you taught me! You could even brag with me!” She spun it back around, not wanting the moment to be anything but shared. The maine coon blinked at her question, how did her paws feel? Staring at the ground below her she lifted a paw to inspect it, nothing seemed visibly damaged? She set it down and shifted her weight, trying to feel with anything was wrong.

She grimaced as she shifted weight on one of her hind paws, nothing serious but it had a dull ache, she was definitely going to feel it in the morning. “Uh, a little sore. I'll be okay though! Just feels like I've been walking on it for a while” she tacked on the last part of her sentence rather quickly. Still relatively as smooth as the rest of her cadence but she noticed that the molly worried. That wasn't a bad thing but she didn't want to cause her any stress. Her smile never faulted, she wanted to try and put her mentor- her friend at ease if she was worried.

“Learnt to keep your legs limp the hard way huh?” she asked chuckling, hoping to move Sorrelsong's focus somewhere else. The thought of sore paws was pushed aside quickly at the idea of a race. Kit like excitement rushed through her and she couldn't help but nod enthusiastically at the prospect. “How about we race untiiill” she looked back up at the Tallpine. Four branches would be good right? or would that be too high up? “Lets say 3 branches, is that fine? I don't want to tire you out.” She teased with a laugh.

Turning back to the tree with a flick of her tail she intended to take advantage of the head start. Jumping back on the tree, she immediately noticed that she was already a little tired from exerting herself before. Flora was determined to push through, she wasn't tired enough to call off the race or anything like that. Pushing herself forward she used what Sorrelsong taught her to move a little faster, claws finding their place in the bark of the Tallpine much easier than before. She was able to reach the first branch easily enough but not as fast as she would like. It would be easy for Sorrelsong to be faster than her, not that she was complaining, she was hoping to push a little competitive edge to her. If she lost here then that would just make her more determined to win future races.

// I rolled to see how well Flora would be in this race and I got a 10 so feel free to decide if Sorrelsong wins this race or not :3 ​

 

[Sorrelsong]

𓆝 . ° ✦ "They'll get sick of it by the end of the day, everyone's going to know the cool moves that you taught me! You could even brag with me!"
The chocolate molly's grin is so wide it hurts her muscles a little bit. Her maw formed the echo of a remark spinning the compliment back to envelope Flora but she forgot it as quickly as she opened her mouth.
Her paws felt like she'd been walking on them for a while? Frowning a bit, the molly tried to remember if that's how her paws hurt before she went to the med den. Wincing a bit at the echo of the pain, she eyed Flora's paws once more before kit-like excitement snatched at her scruff by Flora's acceptance of the race.
Her eyes shot to meet Flora's, everything else forgotten. She gave her best sagely nod, glancing upwards. Three branches... that seemed good. Do-able and not to high up. In the back of her head, she was aware that Flora had just started climbing, so they should stay decently close to the ground. The branches that Flora had pointed out were lit and weight bearing, but nothing near the top of the tree where sunlight could fully bathe the branch.
"I don't want to tire you out."
"How considerate of you," A giggle rumbles in her chest, making the lit in her tone dance as Flora walks to the base of the tree. She takes note of Flora's form as she climbs, making mental notes for techniques they should discuss later and a few spare safety tips before Sorrelsong finds herself frowning again. Should she let Flora win? This wasn't like playing with the kits where that was not even a question, this was training with a cat she respected and - quite honestly - cared about. Flora would know if she played weaker or gave her a fake win - which would proably insult the molly, but on the other paw, Sorrelsong wanted to build Flora's confidence and encourage her to climb. How could she do that? Could she limit herself to make the challenge more fun? Offer a reward at the end no matter what happens?
With a start, Sorrelsong realizes its been more then a good head start - in fact, Flora is making great time she should make sure to mention it.
Her own claws find home in the bark, and the molly is up the trunk, that feeling of home threats to flood her senses again before she shakes her head. She passes Flora mid-way to the second branch, her smile wide and heart beating fast. Her claws wrap around the second branch, and she takes a second to turn back to Flora, ignoring the urge to lightly graze the brown molly's ears with her tail - a teasing gesture she used to get a rise out of her brothers when they were small. She was Flora's mentor! There was no room for that kind of joking around!
"You're doing amazing!" She huffs, not stopping but not moving forward quickly either. She considers the bark infront of her, calling out to her friend as she hears her claws get closer. "You're going to have an awesome story to tell today! - and when you get to the top, I've got a surprise for you~"
With that familiar, friendly and teasing lit in her voice, Sorrelsong smiles at her friend before moving forward again. She had challenged herself to limit how many times she could move her paws. It was a game she played by herself some times, but now that it was being used in a race she found it hard to think. She flicks her tail thinking and moving halting upwards.

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ooc Information

• ooc: :why-emoji: i had a post drafted for this and it's gone noww sorry for the wait and short post re-writing is a muse killer :( next one will be the normal length
  I also rolled for this lolol Sorrel got a 19 with climbing but a nat one when it came to insight/checking on Flora's paws
  
  
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  SORRELSONG— SHE/HER･ 43 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SKY CLAN･ PENNED BY @KEEEKEEEY!

  Once a rather pretty brown smoked molly, Circe is unnaturally lithe and is missing large chunks of her fur. She has an oddly muscular and feminie build and small paws. — physically easy && mentally easy — Attempting to learn Sky Clan's ways — NPC x NPC : Sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang

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[Florabreeze]

“What can I say! Being considerate is just one of my many amazing qualities~” she practically sang out in a teasing tone as she jumped onto the bark of the tree. Starting her task of climbing, she wasn’t going to let herself look uncool while doing this. Determined to at least get a sizable distance during her head start, while she had a feeling even that wouldn’t give her a victory it was fun to tease. It could give her friend something to work towards afterall, wanting to give her friend her own kind of challenge.

It was impressive to watch Sorrelsong climb beside her. She found it to be extremely difficult to not get lost in awe at the power she possessed in her climbing. Flora found herself admiring the molly’s climbing prowess; she hoped that she could one day emulate that grace and strength. Clearly the headstart that Flora had taken advantage of served her little in her attempts to best her mentor. Not that she had expected that, it would be disappointing if she had simply just been given the win. Where's the fun in that? The rush of adrenalin as for a moment it feels like she’s being chased, ears flicking as she hears the movement of Sorrelsong climbing behind her in rapid succession. The thrill of the hunt was something that could be emulated here while not actually fearing for her life, Flora thought it may not be as fun to actually be chased by an actual threat. Not to mention the thrill of trying to chase after her as she was surpassed, it was like a second wind had re energised her. Silently she thanked the fact that they both seemed to have a competitive spirit. This giving her an edge to push past the slight ache in her paws from the landing, she felt good as new again.

Flora hoped that she was giving her friend a good chase, she didn’t want this to be an easy walk for the chocolate point molly either. Where would be the joy for her if this was an easy victory? “You’re too modest! I’m doing hardly as well as you” She shoots back at the praise, though it did motivate her to keep going. There wasn’t a bitter edge to her tone, just the voice of someone who, while a little tired, was having fun in this race.

The maine coon’s tail flicks with interest at the mention of a surprise, who was she to turn down the idea of a gift? Would it be a gift? A fun story? Some secret third thing that Flora, in her busy mind, couldn’t fathom? Despite the heaved breaths she had already started showing from this level of exertion there was a grin, baring her teeth and a loud barking laugh. “You’re spoiling me! A story to tell everyone and a surprise?” she took this pause to gain her breath a little. Resuming only when Sorrelsong had, it would feel cheap if she used the moment of banter to try and gain an advantage.

“I have to make it to the top first” she remarked with a softer giggle, acting like it was a difficult feat that she couldn’t possibly meet. All the while her claws continued to dig into the bark and she kept pushing herself up greater and greater heights. Green eyes looking around at the branches above her as she steadily surpassed them, she had managed to close the distance in a grand way. Only being a cat's length away from Sorrelsong than when she had started, yet she couldn’t seem to surpass her. Perhaps next time they could start with a race first? Maybe they could race again after she becomes a proper daylight warrior, that would be a fun reward! The thoughts kept her pushing, while unable to surpass her friend she was close behind her by the time they reached a finishing point. When they reached that finish line she all but flopped on the nearest branch near her.

Claws digging into the bark to keep her upright as she sighed loudly. “How… do you manage… to look so cool after that?” she exclaims as she attempts to catch her breath. Gazing up at her while he tail flicked with curiosity, would she eventually not feel exhausted from this? The prospect was exciting. Finally feeling at a point where she could talk without needing a deep breath in between she sat up from where she was sitting. The prospect of a surprise still present on her mind, She perked up, feeling like a young kit again as she tilted her head, trying to gauge once again what she could possibly mean by a surprise. “Don’t think I let the race distract me!” She glared at her pointedly, a small pout on her face. “I believe you mentioned a surprise?” ​

 

[Sorrelsong]

Her earlier pride was nothing but a shadow to what she felt now. Giggles erupted from her chest and turned to laughter at her friend's quippy remarks. Breathing fast, Sorrelsong settles next to Flora, brushing her tail tip over the other molly's nose teasing her as she catches her breath.
While Sorrelsong had been quick on her way up, she hoped her ability to climb hadn't discouraged her friend from climbing. When she looks at Flora those worries are dashed. The rich brown molly has the air of someone who did their best and would want to go again. Sorrelsong doesn't think she could be more proud.
"Lots and lots of practice," She smiles at Flora's question. Her time spent training seems further away now, like the light-dappled floor below them. If she really focuses, she could hear Tigerscar barking out less back-handed remarks - a sure sign that he had been impressed if not proud of her accomplishments. "You'll be able to do it this quickly too, some day soon, "
The competitive spirit called adreline pumps through the molly's veins and for a second her eyes wander upwards. Could they go higher? She glances back at Flora who by now has gathered herself into a sitting position. A smile plays on her maw, Next time! It'd be a blast to race again. Might be a fun way to train. She couldn't tell who it would be more fun for though, her or her friend. She supposed it didn't really matter in the end.
"M' yeah! Your surprise~" The lilt in her voice was teasing as she gently bumps Flora's shoulder careful to not knock her friend off balance. Is to race me down! The joke bounces around in her head, a smile pulls at her lips. While she could tease the other molly like that, and she might even like the game, Sorrelsong remembers her friend's paws and decides against it. Next time...?
"For doing such a great job - and you did an amazing job - I'll teach you anything you want."

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✧ Out with lanterns, looking for myself

• and a little slightly meta surprise for u as well :3 sorry this post is so short, my muse is low but I wanted to post :)
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  — A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail.
  — 44 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  — aro/ace. ; currently not looking
  — child of NPC and NPC :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
  — Mentoring Flora
  — Sky Clan; warrior since 3/11/24 ; loyal to Orangestar, Flora, and Duskpool
  — Not hard to befriend ; trusts easily
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Florabreeze]

Flora let out a sharp gasp of shock, both at the fact that she was being teased and the fact that Sorrelsong was teasing in the first place. She mused that she must be a terrible influence on the molly but it was a light hearted thought. “Rubbing in the victory? I’m hurt! Destroyed even!” She cried out, somehow finding enough breath for her usual dramatics. There was a soft smile as she cried out and sighed, hopefully her friend knew that she didn’t actually mean this. Of course, that could be resolved quite easily by Flora clarifying that she didn’t mean it, she was never one to follow up on how she meant though. Always trusting others to understand her quips were light hearted and then would do damage control after if that wasn’t the case. Sorrelsong was smart though, and rather quick witted herself so the maine coon was certain that wasn’t the case with her.

Lots and lots of practice huh? Flora wondered how moons went into lots and lots, hopefully not too many, she would like to build a better endurance and climbing speed sooner rather than later. Though, if that meant that molly would continue spending time with her then she wouldn’t complain, spending time together had quickly become part of Flora’s routine and she would be upset when the day rolled around that they can’t spend as much time together.

“Can we race again after I… graduate? Is that the right word? Pass my tests? Surely I’ll be able to beat you then. If not sooner- I’d like to race sooner too.” She rambled off, clearly able to catch her breath again. Eyes trailing off to glance at the clouds that were visible through the foliage, squinting at the suns rays that poked through the clouds and leaves. Feeling the gentle bump against her shoulder made the maine coon burst out in laughter, gently nudging Sorrelsong back.

Carefully, she scooted along the tree branch to sit closer to her friend. Trying her best to not knock either of them down, though part of her was certain that the warrior would be able to pull some cool trick out of nowhere to save herself. “Hmm anything I want?” she meowed curiously, a soft pur rumbling from her as she enjoyed the quiet, finding comfort sitting so high up. “Is there a cool way to jump from branch to branch? Orrr is there anything cool you can do with branches in general?” She had decided that she liked being this high up, she enjoyed the sturdiness that the thicker branches gave her. “If there is, I’d like to be taught that! If not just another cool hunting trick would be a pretty fun surprise!” While that small ache was there, Flora was confident that she could have it in her to learn one more thing, at least after she sat down for a moment.

// I have been rotating this drawing in my head! I love your art so much and it’s inspiring me to draw the gals too! No need to apologise <33 I hope that your muse returns from the war but take your time with it! Also side tangent: I just realised both Sorrel's and Flora's signatures are lyrics from Rhiannon!! That's so neat :3! ​