PAFP Always do the Same thing || tree climbing competition

[flowercloud]

{$title} Feeling playful, Flowercloud tries to compete with Batwing in a friendly tree racing competition

Flowercloud remembered how seamless Batwing threw himself up the tree, running up it without a second thought to it, something she wouldn't have even thought of. Not while facing a hawk, with the inevitable loss of life with Hawkstar and the lack of focus except for trying to free Downykit from its grip.

She was used to climbing rock faces, climbing trees to hunt the birds that nestled within its branches, the squirrels that thought they would be free from them if they run up, she didn't have the practice of speed on her side like Batwing seemed to have seamlessly.

Her shoulder gently nudged her shoulder into Batwing, a look of challenge crossing her face as she gave a smirk. "I wanna practice, you made climbing that tree look so easy," she started, a playful tone in her honey laced words. "Would you care to race up one, see who can get to the top fastest? Maybe, winner can skip out on the next patrol, or something," she offered, giving a shrug. She liked working, she was working even through her shoulder being torn open from the hawk, despite Tigerfoots and Swallowpaws insistance on wanting her to rest once they reached the territory. There was just too much to do, though, and she found it hard to sit still as is.

"Unless… it was only adrenaline that kept you a long," she noted, as if suddenly disinterested, though the smirk on her face was just to egg him on and hopefully let him partake in friendly competition. It was all friendly banter, she was sure he would understand. The bulky female wanted to relax a bit, and this was something easy going and it still was work if you thought about it enough. It was training. And that was needed, even as a warrior- even deputy. Slacking off was never a good thing anyways.
@batwing
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[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 63 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
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Competition was a thing that Hawkstar could never say no to. Some ruthless ichor ran through her veins: the same cut-throat serum that propelled her ambitions from Sun Guard to leader also pumped wrought-iron adrenaline into heart and lungs when there was somebody to beat. All friendly of course, of course (or so she would say if questioned a-loud) but still, the thrill of the game was to win, was it not?

Electric blue zaps to Flowercloud, both friend and adversary to be beaten, to be shown their place now that the opportunity had been set, but she stays her hand, instead opting for coolness in the wake of unruly sportsmanship: "That's something I'd like to see to. First one to the top gets the juiciest blackbird I can find - personal treat."

/ @batwing @flowercloud

 

[cygnetscratch]

Cygnetpaw does not often listen when her mother speaks. Not anymore, at least. Despite the molly's presence on Hawkstar's council, to the predominantly white apprentice, Flowercloud is her mother first, and thus a tabby to be shunned. Maybe one day it'll bite her on her back end, but thus far her childishness as not struck anyone as actionable. Her ears remain focused forward as she gauges the width of her own personal tree, now on her third attempt to scale it. Her lips press into a thin line when she gets about a fox length up - but cannot even reach the lowest branches before scrambling down again.

By the time she rights herself, Hawkstar is offering her own hunting skills as a prize for this game. As much begins to intrigue Cygnetpaw, enough that she slouches by the base of her tree for a rest and watches through half lidded eyes.