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Post by Pyro on Jul 17, 2012 14:00:11 GMT -10
Summer.
There was nothing quite like it.
Coyotestep recalled watching twoleg children climb trees during this time, even her own twoleg would try his hand at it if there was a tree around that could support him. He had a surprising knack for it, as she recalled. Coyote, on the other hand? Her climbing left much to be desired. Of course, it wasn't exactly a skill she needed in Streamclan, where there were far more brooks and creeks to be found than high-growing trees perfect for scaling. A shame...being in a tree was a kin to flying in some aspects, and she would love nothing more than to fly again...
Just the thought of it made the warrior want to squeal with delight. To view the world from a-high, dancing amongst the clouds in those beautiful machines twolegs called 'planes'...there was definitely nothing quite like it. Well, aside from being in a tree. But even that wasn't quite up to snuff.
It was what she had though, and she couldn't climb. Nothing for it then, but to learn to climb.
The she-cat left camp at an easy enough pace, knowing that she'd have to find a place near either the Fog- or Pineclan border to find a tree high enough to suit her needs. Sure, there were smaller trees in Streamclan that would be safer for practice, but Coyotestep didn't want safe. She wanted fun, which seemed to go hand in hand with risk, and let no cat say she was not a cat to take risks.
It didn't take her long to find the tree she had in mind: a tall oak straddling the Pine/Stream border. She smiled at the thought of the tree not caring whether or not it violated the oh-so-sacred boundaries of the clans. Coyotestep didn't fancy such limits, but she would concede that they made clan life just the slightest bit more interesting.
"Not interesting enough to worry about right now though..." she muttered to herself. The warrior knew from experience that a cat could come by at any time and accuse her of trespassing, but if she never did anything just because something bad might happen. Well. She'd never do anything at all now, would she?
Coyotestep took the climb at a running start, launching herself up the trunk to cling a small distance from the ground. The momentum lost as she dangled, the she-cat began the slow ascent to the first branch, giggling with a nervous, twisted glee at the times when she slipped or nearly fell. When she reached the first branch she kept climbing rather than stop. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as the distance between her and the ground grew sickeningly large. The oak was a tall tree after all, and quite the challenge to an inexperienced climber like Coyote. It didn't daunt her though, and within a few minutes she had scrambled her way onto a branch midway up the tree.
"That wasn't hard at all." She looked down, laughing. "It's like being in a plane again, without the walls or restraints."
"speaking"
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