Adventures Await [Otterpotter]

[Twineheart]

[Otterpotter Sorry it took me so long to get back to you^^ ]


Something flashed overhead in the tall birch trees that made up Leafclan. Like the trees the something was white, and it was leaping from branch to branch causing the newleaf leaves to rustle and bits of bark to fall to the ground. The something was actually a cat by the name of Whitepaw. Being young and full of energy the tom could often be found bounding about the tree tops. He still wasn't a master tree climber however and often had a few slip ups that sent him crashing to the ground.

It was just then as he leapt towards another tree branch that he had one of these slip ups. Miscalculating the distance he leapt and fell short. With a yowl of surprise he was sent plummeting to earth and being a cat landed on all fours his fur on end. His fall had been broken by several conveniently placed shrubs luckily enough for him. Shaking bits of leaves, twigs & bark from his pelt Whitepaw scowls up at the tree branches over head.

[Otterpotter]

aye sorry it took me so long to reply to this)

Badgerpaw's eye's followed her denmate. the black and white she-cat was just above where Whitepaw fell. "You know you have claws for a reason." sher called down. The now 8 moon old apprentice laid down on her rather fat branch and let her tail dropping over it. Her claws were digging into the branch while she watched Whitepaw. 'he's like a moon younger than me I think.' she though while her yellow gaze flicked so a bird that flew by, her mind didn't flicker on the idea of trying to catch, if she tired Badgerpaw would end up \on the ground with the white tom.

[Twineheart]

[ No worries^^]

Whitepaw's eyes snapped around when he heard the she-cat's voice overhead. Spotting the black and white form of a fellow apprentice he narrows his dark blue eyes trying to get a better look at who it might be. His tail lashes a little and he huffs at her. " Claws are useless when your in midair." He points out rather sourly. Bunching his muscles the young tom leaps up into a low hanging branch. Claws gripping the bark carefully he moves to the trees base and climbs the rest of the way up to where he'd seen the black and white she-cat. Once there he remained on the part of the limb closest to the tree, eyeing her uneasily. For such a young tom he was rather mistrusting of others till he got to know them. " What are you doing anyways?" he asks her, his tail tip twitching some.