on top of the world (open)
Jul 7, 2014 15:19:29 GMT -4
Post by Brackenpaw on Jul 7, 2014 15:19:29 GMT -4
brackenpaw
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Brackenpaw waved his tail lazily as he padded beneath the intertwined branches of maple trees, eyes scanning the undergrowth. He wasn't really sure what he was looking for; a rustling bush, a crunch of leaves as a paw stepped upon it. Anything that hinted at life would do, really. A mouse, a cat, whatever. Something to chase, someone to talk to talk to. He was simply bored; he wanted something to do.
He would've hung out with Oakpaw, but his brother was doing something with his mentor, and he had no idea when he'd be done. And Bloompaw? Hah. Forget about Bloompaw. When was the last time his sister wanted to do anything with him besides playing with the kits and cooing about the latest clan romance? Brackenpaw rolled his eyes. Anyway, he knew what Bloompaw would say if he wanted to hang out with her. 'What exactly are we doing, Brackenpaw? Don't tell me you want to poke around the ShadowClan border again! He could already picture her eying him suspiciously. Brackenpaw rolled his eyes.
He would've asked Foxflame if they could go over some more battle moves, but his mentor was always doing training with him, and Brackenpaw wanted to give his mentor some time to hang out with some of his own friends. With a heavy sigh, Brackenpaw went back to scanning the undergrowth for a mouse. When he tasted the air, however, the only prey he could scent was a rabbit, and that was stale. It was probably a scrawny rabbit from WindClan, anyway.
Brackenpaw found himself drifting towards the direction of the Sky Oak, a massive tree so tall that it seemed to scrape the sky with its branches. When he padded into the clearing with the tree, he had to bend his neck back all the way to see where it ended. It was huge. Wouldn't it be cool if he could climb all the way to the top of it? He could already picture himself telling all the other apprentices about it.
The golden brown tom padded closer to the tree and inspected the ancient, gnarled bark. Parts of it were peeling from the tree. Brackenpaw reared back and sank his claws into the wood. They sank in with ease, and, encouraged, Brackenpaw began to scrabble for a foothold with his rear legs. He felt silly at first, but once all four of his limbs were on the tree, the rest of it came naturally. Only looking up and ahead, Brackenpaw slowly moved forward, one paw at a time. It was like climbing a normal tree - this was a breeze. Brackenpaw finally reached the first branch, which already towered fox lengths above the ground, but he didn't stop there. He kept on climbing.
He passed branch after branch, the next one always thinner than the one before. There was a strange, light-headed feeling to him, and Brackenpaw was almost dizzy - but not quite. He wanted to climb all the way to the very top branch, but now that he was closer, he could see it was possible. They were too thin, and would snap beneath his weight. He finally stopped his ascent and made his way to the closest branch, carefully gripping it with his claws. The last thing he wanted was to fall at this height.
Brackenpaw looked around at the view and felt his heart quicken. This was...this was brilliant. The sky oak towered above the other trees in the forest, and far off into the distance, he could see a blurry outline of mountains. He could even see the WindClan moor! He couldn't see any warriors out there though. It was cooler up here too, though he was closer to the sun. And when he looked down...well, between all the branches below him, he could still see clear to the ground. Which means any cats that would be passing below, too. Brackenpaw's whiskers twitched as he gazed below him mischievously, all the way down from his vantage point.
He would've hung out with Oakpaw, but his brother was doing something with his mentor, and he had no idea when he'd be done. And Bloompaw? Hah. Forget about Bloompaw. When was the last time his sister wanted to do anything with him besides playing with the kits and cooing about the latest clan romance? Brackenpaw rolled his eyes. Anyway, he knew what Bloompaw would say if he wanted to hang out with her. 'What exactly are we doing, Brackenpaw? Don't tell me you want to poke around the ShadowClan border again! He could already picture her eying him suspiciously. Brackenpaw rolled his eyes.
He would've asked Foxflame if they could go over some more battle moves, but his mentor was always doing training with him, and Brackenpaw wanted to give his mentor some time to hang out with some of his own friends. With a heavy sigh, Brackenpaw went back to scanning the undergrowth for a mouse. When he tasted the air, however, the only prey he could scent was a rabbit, and that was stale. It was probably a scrawny rabbit from WindClan, anyway.
Brackenpaw found himself drifting towards the direction of the Sky Oak, a massive tree so tall that it seemed to scrape the sky with its branches. When he padded into the clearing with the tree, he had to bend his neck back all the way to see where it ended. It was huge. Wouldn't it be cool if he could climb all the way to the top of it? He could already picture himself telling all the other apprentices about it.
The golden brown tom padded closer to the tree and inspected the ancient, gnarled bark. Parts of it were peeling from the tree. Brackenpaw reared back and sank his claws into the wood. They sank in with ease, and, encouraged, Brackenpaw began to scrabble for a foothold with his rear legs. He felt silly at first, but once all four of his limbs were on the tree, the rest of it came naturally. Only looking up and ahead, Brackenpaw slowly moved forward, one paw at a time. It was like climbing a normal tree - this was a breeze. Brackenpaw finally reached the first branch, which already towered fox lengths above the ground, but he didn't stop there. He kept on climbing.
He passed branch after branch, the next one always thinner than the one before. There was a strange, light-headed feeling to him, and Brackenpaw was almost dizzy - but not quite. He wanted to climb all the way to the very top branch, but now that he was closer, he could see it was possible. They were too thin, and would snap beneath his weight. He finally stopped his ascent and made his way to the closest branch, carefully gripping it with his claws. The last thing he wanted was to fall at this height.
Brackenpaw looked around at the view and felt his heart quicken. This was...this was brilliant. The sky oak towered above the other trees in the forest, and far off into the distance, he could see a blurry outline of mountains. He could even see the WindClan moor! He couldn't see any warriors out there though. It was cooler up here too, though he was closer to the sun. And when he looked down...well, between all the branches below him, he could still see clear to the ground. Which means any cats that would be passing below, too. Brackenpaw's whiskers twitched as he gazed below him mischievously, all the way down from his vantage point.
