✦∘𓈒・ The day is chilly, a stiff breeze cutting through the territory and ruffling the already-scruffy tortoiseshell's coat until it fully stands on end in some places. They trail along behind their mentor, eyes half-lidded and almost bored as their mind races in search of a more interesting way to search for prey. Their eyes wander and eventually settle on a few branches high above, then to the patrol that's passing by not too far away. It's the perfect opportunity. The owl tree is a great arena for their performance, a stage for them to set their plan into motion. They want to prove themself capable, as an apprentice halfway to warrior age. Maybe they could make their father proud… or draw the attention of some of their peers. The first few feet of the tree are covered with ease, claws hooking into rough bark and pulling their weight up the trunk of the tree. They swear they can spot a pair of rounded yellow eyes set above a sharp beak on one of the branches high above their head, and that's the one that they set their sights on. That's their perch.
"Aha-!" His claws dig into bark and he hauls himself up to one of the higher branches at last, swaying off-balance for a few unsteady moments. Claws sink in deeper, anchoring themselves into bark. Once he's caught his balance, tail a tricolored banner fluttering behind in the wind, Torridpaw grins down at the territory below. "I bet no one else has ever climbed so high with such speed," he announces, pale chest puffed out with obvious pride. Like a bird he preens atop his perch, feathers ruffled but still glimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Gazing down, eyes bright and near-frantic with adrenaline rake across the backs of the patrol that now pass by below him. Within the group he spots an all-too-familiar dark tabby coat streaked in white, and his heart gives a dull little thump. Are you watching? Are you impressed? Entertained?
"Aha-!" His claws dig into bark and he hauls himself up to one of the higher branches at last, swaying off-balance for a few unsteady moments. Claws sink in deeper, anchoring themselves into bark. Once he's caught his balance, tail a tricolored banner fluttering behind in the wind, Torridpaw grins down at the territory below. "I bet no one else has ever climbed so high with such speed," he announces, pale chest puffed out with obvious pride. Like a bird he preens atop his perch, feathers ruffled but still glimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Gazing down, eyes bright and near-frantic with adrenaline rake across the backs of the patrol that now pass by below him. Within the group he spots an all-too-familiar dark tabby coat streaked in white, and his heart gives a dull little thump. Are you watching? Are you impressed? Entertained?
- ooc: very obviously trying to impress @ASTERPAW but no need to wait
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TORRIDPAW ✦∘𓈒・ he/she/they, apprentice of thunderclan
✧ longhaired tortoiseshell with high white and golden eyes.
✧ loud and bright, tries hard to be the best they can be at every task.
✧ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; enjoys physical contact
✧ played by foxlore
