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  • #5891
    Pheebs
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    Talloak grinned, glancing behind him at Mapletoes who was hurrying to catch up to the far larger tom. “Look how tall this one is,” the SkyClanner rumbled, nodding to the towering tree above him. He’d dragged the other tom out to enjoy the trees and climb, eager to stretch his muscles and show off his jumping skills. It wasn’t a secret that the brown tabby was obsessed with the treetops and had learned to climb at a reasonably young age for an apprentice, taking to it like a fish in the water. Despite his considerable weight, Talloak was able to leap from branch to branch, sometimes even to other tree branches, without fail which was another skill he was known for. To say he was proud of his abilities would be an understatement…

    “There’s another oak nearby that we can try jumping to.” Which brought him to his reason for dragging Mapletoes out here with him. Talloak was always friendly and loved to share, his favorite hobby is to teach others how to scale trees as easily as he did and how to love the forest the way he loved her. “She’s lovely isn’t she?” Talloak purred, briefly pressing a cheek to the trunk of the tree and enjoying the scratchy roughness of its surface. “The trees won’t fail you unless you let go” had been Talloak’s father’s words as he’d stood beside his son, unwilling to let his mentor teach Tallpaw what Cedarflight could teach himself. Ever since then those words had burrowed into Talloak’s mind and stayed there, along with every word of advice Cedarflight had given him growing up.

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    #5901
    Pheebs
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    Talloak grinned, glancing behind him at Mapletoes who was hurrying to catch up to the far larger tom. “Look how tall this one is,” the SkyClanner rumbled, nodding to the towering tree above him. He’d dragged the other tom out to enjoy the trees and climb, eager to stretch his muscles and show off his jumping skills. It wasn’t a secret that the brown tabby was obsessed with the treetops and had learned to climb at a reasonably young age for an apprentice, taking to it like a fish in the water. Despite his considerable weight, Talloak was able to leap from branch to branch, sometimes even to other tree branches, without fail which was another skill he was known for. To say he was proud of his abilities would be an understatement…

    “There’s another oak nearby that we can try jumping to.” Which brought him to his reason for dragging Mapletoes out here with him. Talloak was always friendly and loved to share, his favorite hobby is to teach others how to scale trees as easily as he did and how to love the forest the way he loved her. “She’s lovely isn’t she?” Talloak purred, briefly pressing a cheek to the trunk of the tree and enjoying the scratchy roughness of its surface. “The trees won’t fail you unless you let go” had been Talloak’s father’s words as he’d stood beside his son, unwilling to let his mentor teach Tallpaw what Cedarflight could teach himself. Ever since then those words had burrowed into Talloak’s mind and stayed there, along with every word of advice Cedarflight had given him growing up.

    #5903
    Hareflight [Mel]
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    The scrawny chimera was scrambling to keep up with Talloak, and yet, there was a grin on his face and excitement in his eyes. SkyClan, overall, was very kind, but there had been a kind of feeling that he didn’t quite fit. He knew he’d come from somewhere else – he wasn’t sure where – but for the meantime he was just happy to have a friend. 

    Having caught up with his companion, Mapletoes stopped, looking up at the large tree. “Wow,” he breathed. “Would’ja look at that.” The SkyClanner’s ears perked in excitement and he grinned over at Talloak. He listened quietly as the other spoke, glancing to the trees that the other warrior spoke of. His green eyes scanned the trees, following the path that Talloak was drawing in his mind. “Right, right.” He said, nodding confidently. “Yes, I’d say she is, she’s really somethin’.” He grinned, tail swaying as he looked to Talloak expectantly. “Well, you’ve been doin’ this a lot longer than I ‘ave, d’you wanna lead the way, my friend?” Eyes glimmering with excitement, Mapletoes glanced up into the branches, taking a few steps closer to the tree. It was exciting, being included in something and not being frowned at like you couldn’t do it. Mapletoes was actually going to get to try it!

    #5904
    Pheebs
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    Talloak purred, the sound loud coming from him. “Of course, I’m sure you will love it.” Stepping back, the large tom tilted his head towards his chimera companion.
    “Here’s what you need to know.” Talloak rose to his full height, towering over the other and looking as serious as the usually sunny tom could get. “The trees are or dearest friends. As SkyClanners we are obligated to their care and they to us, therefore we must be careful and aware. The trees won’t fail you unless you let go.” From how the tabby spoke one might’ve believed he thought the trees were conscious beings, and in some ways Talloak did believe the trees had souls. It was no wonder that their was an equal amount of cats who thought him insane as there were those who thought he was simply devoted.
    “Use your front paws to pull yourself up and your back paws to push yourself forward.” Talloak turned to the oak tree, crouching and slowly scaling the trunk. Once he’d reached a branch he leaped on to it, tail swinging to maintain his balance. “Your tail is important, it will keep you balanced. Don’t swing it around wildly or you may tip off your center.”
    Settling down on the branch, the SkyClan grinned and motioned for Mapletoes to follow. “You’re a bit less muscled as me so if you run out of energy let me know and we’ll take a break. If you want help or want to get down, tell me, I’m here to make you fall in love with trees- not fall out of them.”

    #5995
    Hareflight [Mel]
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    Mapletoes listened dutifully as Talloak told – and showed – him what he was meant to do. Despite how seriously he listened, there was a goofy and excited grin on his maw as he watched. He nodded along, and when Talloak finished speaking, he offered a wide grin, nodding once more. “Aye, sounds like a plan, Mista’ Talloak.” With this said, his emerald eyes narrowed on the tree and he leapt up, climbing up to a branch that looked secure, making sure his tail was not swinging wildly as instructed.  

    It was thrilling, and Mapletoes glanced down below the branch, claws digging tightly into it to ensure he didn’t fall. “Wow, this is really cool,” he breathed out, cocking his head at the bigger cat. “I can see why ye love this, Talloak. How d’we tell what branch to go to next?” He asked, whiskers twitching as he scanned the branches above him.

    #6008
    Pheebs
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    They’d only been climbing for a bit when Talloak heard a scritch-scratch sound, stilling his motions and making a small gesture for Mapletoes to pause in his actions. A heartbeat later the rustle of leaves had the tom twisting his neck around, bright amber eyes making out two grey furred bodies below. Despite their coat color, they were unmistakably foxes. ‘Foxes,’ his mind supplied right as two sets of beady black eyes bore into his. Talloak considered what they could do, knowing that it was his duty to fight them and defend his clan’s territory, but also knowing he was with a tom who was figuring out how to climb. ‘Can Maple climb back down? And in time to fight with me?’ The Maine Coon’s musings were cut short when one of the foxes approached the tree, giving it a sniff and then digging hooked claws into the bark to pull itself up. “Great Starclan…” 

    Swiftly the tom leaned down to grab Mapletoe’s scruff, urging the chimera to grab the tree and bring himself up onto a higher branch. Once the chimera was securely on the branch beside him, Talloak grunted, “Those two foxes are hungry, they can climb, and we’re a meal.” In the process of nudging Maple to another high branch, his attention deviating to the quickly approaching beasts below, the tom did something he’d never done before. Talloak slipped.

    For a minute the world stopped, the rustle of leaves, Talloak’s pounding heart, the rush of adrenaline and fear. Then he was tumbling, his fur being grabbed at but never held by branches that once were welcoming, wind whistling past as Talloak scrambled to get his bearings as he fell. ‘Land on your feet, land on your feet, fox dung!’ The tabby landed with a crack of pain bursting from his leg, a shriek tearing from his throat without his permission. ‘Get up, get up!’ Those beady eyes whipped around to study their meal before leaping forward and surrounding the tom. The pain Talloak had felt from his more than likely broken ankle increased as the vulpes descended on him, all flashing claws and shining white teeth.

    #6034
    Hareflight [Mel]
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    Things were happening all too quickly for Mapletoes. One minute he was enjoying the thrill of climbing, and the next he was being urged up higher into the tree, eyes wide and confused. Once his claws had dug securely into the bark in the branch under him, he glanced to Talloak who was very quickly explaining the situation. Then, he was being nudged to another branch, higher than the last, grabbing desperately onto the branch to avoid falling. Once he was secure, he glanced back at the other tom, “Wow, what a thrill, ri-” Talloak was not there. 

    It was a moment before Mapletoes spotted the tom tumbling through branch after branch, and without his permission, Mapletoes’ body was in action, scrambling down the tree as quickly and as safely as he could manage under the circumstance. Hearing Talloak’s shriek only urged him forward faster and he dropped to the ground at the base of the tree. “Talloak!!” This was the moment of truth. It had been only a couple moons since Mapletoes had joined the Clan and he still didn’t entirely consider himself to be a warrior – but he had no another choice. With a hiss, the scrawny tom bunched his muscles and leaped on the back of one of the foxes, claws and teeth grabbing fur as securely as he could, fear driving his motions.

    Mapletoes knew that he could not take these foxes by himself, but if he could even make an opening for Talloak to try and get away… Still, maybe someone had hear the shrieks. Maybe someone would help them both.

    #6038
    Hornetstar
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    FOXPAW.

    His side was still bothering him from where the other apprentice’s claws had caught him during the border skirmish with ShadowClan. He had been ordered on bed rest for a day to give the wounds a chance to firmly scab order, before being reluctantly cleared to go back to training. His mentor hadn’t had him doing anything too rigorous, however, and he was growing bored as a result. All he wanted to do was learn, so he could defend himself better next time, and maybe even leave his attacker worse off. Just thinking of the scrawny black tom he had been up against made his blood boil, even if Foxpaw had left him with a rather nasty scratch across the face.

    Unable to sit in camp any longer, with just his thoughts to keep him company – because Applepaw still got to go out and train and left him all alone – he had left for a simple walk. Part of him hoped he might run into a little action, but when an ear splitting yowl sounded through the forest, he had a feeling he might be in for more than he had bargained on. That didn’t cause him a moment of hesitation though, as he was dashing through the forest to the sound of distress as soon as he realized it was likely a Clanmate in danger. Though he didn’t fit in with SkyClan and their ideals at the best of times, he still felt it pertinent he helped out where he could, to continue earning his keep and therefore his spot among the Clan.

    “HEY!” He shouted as he burst from a bush, taking in the two SkyClanners and foxes. It didn’t seem like a very fair fight, so luckily he was there to even the odds. With an angry, wordless yowl he dashed forwards, slamming into the side of a fox who had nearly been upon Talloak. “Away with you mange,” he hissed, fur puffing up to make him appear bigger as he and the fox he had distracted started circling each other.

    #6045
    Pheebs
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    Talloak panted, chest heaving as he descended into a dizzying sense of dread and panic. Something… no, someone had gotten the fox off him, but he lay there dazed and gasping. ‘A fish out of water,’ Talloak though distantly, clinging to the imagery as consciousness flickered in an out of grasp.

    “There’s another one,” he tried to say, but the words got stuck and replaced by another yowl of pain as he tried to move. Talloak considered himself to be fairly courageous, but he felt so weak in that moment, incapable of nothing more than groans of hurt. His flanks had been torn, his lower back torn by the foxes’ hooked claws. Ridiculous as it was, he was relieved to have his tail.

    ‘Great StarClan… don’t let me die…’ the Coon prayed, breaths gradually slowing as he exhausted himself, muscles relaxing as darkness sweeped over him…

    #6119
    Hornetstar
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    FOXPAW.

    “SHUT UP!” He snapped at the warrior writhing on the ground in pain, looking like he was trying to get up to… What, get in the way and make himself more trouble? Foxpaw snarled at the thought, amber eyes blazing as he lashed a large paw out at the fox who had darted in to nip at him. He caught it across the muzzle, once more putting space between them as it stumbled back with a startled yip. “Go away,” he yowled, pouring all his anger into the statement so the fox knew what he meant without a doubt. It hesitated a moment, but seeing these cats wouldn’t actually be easy prey, it decided enough was enough and turned to disappear back into the trees.

    His side was on fire from his reopened wounds, and catching his breath seemed impossible, but that didn’t stop him from staggering over to Talloak. “You still alive?” He asked none too gently, just refraining from giving the warrior a kick to make sure. Then he remember the other fox, and whirled to check on Mapletoes.

    #6122
    Hareflight [Mel]
    Participant

    Although not feeling fully prepared to be fighting this battle, Mapletoes put all the ferocity he had in his tiny body into making this fox regret it’s decisions. After dragging his claws relentlessly down the fox’s back, he leaped off, panting heavily as the creature took off after it’s companion. The chimera’s green eyes searched for Talloak and fell on Foxpaw as he did so, offering a light nod in acknowledgement. It was then that he spotted just how awful Talloak was looking. Mapletoes scurried over, looking concerned as he glanced over at Foxpaw.

    O-Oh stars, will he be okay? Is he going to be alright?” He wailed, tail tucking in between his legs. Despite how bravely he had fought just moments earlier, the scrawny cat seemed to be shaking in his fur with worry for his friend. “Oh god, we have to go get someone, Foxpaw. We have to make sure he’s going to be okay.” Paper-thin ears folded back against his skull, and his green eyes flickered between the two felines as panic began to build in his chest. 

    #6125
    Roach
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    Firestar ~Skyclan Leader

    Firestar was silently fuming as he leads his clan back home. He barely paid attention to his surroundings as by now it was second nature for him to find his way back to Skyclan territory. His ears flicking backwards as he listens to the faint murmurs of his clan. He could easily sense their nerves as it was clear that the clans would never truly be the same again. Scowling as he briefly glances around, lazily noticing that they had finally entered the birch forest. They had been traveling for almost an hour in mostly silence. He could still hear a few muffled voices here and there, but didn’t strain himself to actually catch what anyone was saying. In the corner of his eye he could catch glimpse of his deputy walking beside him, he inwardly wondered how Rookfall has handling everything as he was still trying to grasp his duties as deputy.

    He didn’t get much time to dwell on the thought as suddenly he heard a loud pained screech. His fur instantly bristling with unease, making his large form even more intimidating. His golden ember eyes scout the dark forest, suddenly finding the shadows and faint sounds of branches rustling together unsettling. Steeling his emotions as he looks toward his black and white deputy; “I want you to lead everyone back to camp” he orders before turning to head off in the direction of the pained distress of a fellow clan mate. Now he knew that it wasn’t the smartest to run off on his own, but there was no way he would risk the lives of others when he had lives to spare.

    Firestar couldn’t tell who was in trouble, nor could he figure out what was the cause of it. He hoped that maybe it was a warrior or an apprentice that had just mildly hurt themselves or got caught in a trap, but from the sound of the urgent call—he knew they were in trouble. Parting his maw as he takes in the scents around him as he swiftly runs through the dark forest. Easily ducking or leaping over logs and branches that were in his way. Cursing under his breath as he caught the strong musty odor of foxes. Growling as he vaguely remembers one of the leaders mentioning the growing numbers of foxes in their area. Springing from the foliage around him as he comes to a small grove with tall oaks outlining the outskirts. His ferocious gaze flicking over to the foxes, his form stiff as he was ready to pounce into action.

    Eyes narrowing as he watches the two injured foxes scurry off from the brutal attack Mapletoes and Foxpaw dealt out. Nodding in approval before noticing the obviously distraught form of Talloak. Once making sure the coast was clear; Firestar makes his way over. Letting his cool gaze run over the brown Maine Coon’s form before pausing at his leg. Grimacing as he could tell that it was either broken or fractured, either way the warrior would not be able to carry himself back to camp. “What were you all three doing out at a time like this?” He reprimanded. It was obvious that none of them were on patrol, it irked him that they would foolishly go exploring at night. Taking a deep breath to control his irrational anger. All that matters was that they were all alive. Lowering down near Talloak, shifting his form before ordering; “Get onto my back so I can carry you to camp” his voice gruff with impatience.

    It would seem that it was becoming a regular thing for him to carry the wounded on his back. Though he knew he was the best and only choice in carrying Talloak. One glance at the small frames of Mapletoes and Foxpaw told him all he needed to know. Though he couldn’t help but feel proud as he had noticed how well Foxpaw had handled himself against a fox. The situation in itself was nothing short of irony.

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