Open Prompt Camp Bring it on, 'til you're out of breath || Tree climbing competition

[Fawnkit]

Fawnkit

'Til there's nothing left

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Fawnkit's ears twitched as she scanned the camp, looking for the perfect tree - one that wasn't too tall for a kitten like her or Antlerkit, but one that would still be a challenge to climb. Antlerkit and her had thought of the perfect game - a competition to help them practice climbing trees. Whoever managed to climb to the highest branch each round would get a point and the first cat to score three points would win!

Fawnkit was very proud of the idea her and Antlerkit had thought of, hoping other cats might want to join also! There wasn't much to do in camp for kittens like her, but practicing their skills before they become apprentices while having fun seemed like the perfect way to spend her day. She locked her eyes on a tree that seemed ideal, with lots of branches that started out relatively low, but not too low to be reachable from the ground - a sycamore that her clanmates often lounged or ate prey on.

Approaching the tree, she waited for Antlerkit and the others to join her. "Ready?" she asked when everyone had gathered. The first round had begun! Fawnkit jumped and clung to the trunk of the tree, her claws digging into the bark as she pushed herself upward. This was a lot harder than she had expected! By the time she reached the lowest branch, she was already out of breath, her front paws sore. She decided she was gonna take the loss on the first round, rather than push herself beyond her limits. Maybe if she took it easy at first, the next rounds she would do better!

She looked around her at the others playing and was amazed at the skills of some while relieved that she wasn't the only one who didn't do too well. How fun!

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[ANTLERKIT]

He raised his head towards a tree, his denmate claimed for their climbing competition. A challenge. He loved a good challenge. His ears angled forward as he stood next to Fawnkit, little chest pushed out as lets a toothy grin stretch across his maw. He could— no He will totally win! Letting an exhale leave his nose, as he looked at the other beside him.

Sure, there's barely anything to do in camp while they're still kittens, but once he gets apprentice - aged he will be as free as fledgling leaving the nest. ...Welllllll, as free as he could get with a randomized mentor hovering over him. Anyways, Antlerkit looked at the branches that hung low of the tree, Fawnkit picked out for them to practice on. The tabby tom bounces on the tips of his toes as he lets out a snort at Fawnkit's question.

"Duh!"

Wha–

"Woah...! Hey! Hey! Time out! HEY!"

Letting out a surprised shout. As he lets his body drop low to the earth beneath him, before he goes off running towards the tree right behind Fawnkit with a war cry leaving him. I will not be bested and be in second place! He leaps towards the bark, needle - sharp claws catching onto it. He silently celebrates his climbing achievement, before with a twitch of his tail he ascends. Claws dig into the bark as he starts his climb– up, up, past where Fawnkit has settled to reach up towards another branch. A frown on his face. He is out of breath once he reaches the top of a second branch, digging his claws into the bark with a proud smile on his face.

"I win! HAHAHA!"

Antlerkit– ever the dramatic lets out a series of cackles leave his maw.

ooc.

n/a.

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AND WITH A WIDE GRIN.

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ANTLERKIT

╱ THUNDERCLAN KIT.​

an average sized, shorthaired black ticked tom, his head all high and proud, with a grin upon his face and curious questions slipping through his tongue. a youth woven from fairytales and a flair of dramatics like a performer upon the court. a southern speech spilling from his maw, paired with a snaggle tooth. wide honey - hued amber eyes full of curiosity, hoping for endless adventures to come forth.

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AMAB ; HE / HIM ; CURRENTLY 03 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 12TH.

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questioning / single, not actively looking — mentoring none.

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thoughts ; "Speech, CC9544" ; attacks only

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may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted

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smells like crushed roasted hazelnuts, damp earth and wildflowers

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all opinions are ic

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— penned by calzone