Wolfhive laughed when Alpinepaw retaliated against his splash, and after sending a couple more her way he stopped to shake some of the excess water from his fur. "Good day to take a dip with how warm it's been, don't remember the last time I got in the water."
He sprang out of the creek and did a final shake, before starting to groom his fur.
Alpinepaw's nausea had fully gone away as she stepped out of the water. She was dripping wet and did not know how to get dry. Alpinepaw watched Wolfhive shake himself and did the same. Water went everywhere! The tortoiseshell cat cleaned herself until she knew that she was clean enough. Her fur was a bit damp.
"You ready to try hunting more?" Wolfhive had finished cleaning off and was on his paws again. Training would dry their fur the rest of the way, so he wasn't concerned with perfection. "Hoping we can get you a kill today, but it's a win if we get you practicing the stalk 'n pounce."
Snakepelt rushed over even before anything had been said. Concern took over the priority in their eyes, rather than the rush of anxiety they felt. They were a bit taken back by Morningpaw's remark. Why would Snakepelt say anything? They only cared about helping the apprentice, not bearing down embarrassment on their name.
"Yes, I'll get you down, just stay calm,"
They roughly planted their paws on the tree then dug in, struggling only a little to pull themself up the whole way to the branch. Once there, Snakepelt looked down, examining the situation. They weren't exactly sure if the apprentice would allow them to pick them up by the scruff. They looked, carefully, at how far Morningpaw was from the forest floor. From the scrapes they took earlier, it certainly wouldn't be a painless drop. They sighed, grabbing them by the scruff and dragging them onto the tree branch.
"Stay as still as you can. I think I should be able to carry you down."
Snakepelt continued to examine the situation. Great! They'd gotten them both stuck on a branch. But Snake knew they could get themself down, Morningpaw was a different story. They could have them on their back, though feared injury from the apprentice's claws. Or they could leap down instead of climb. They racked their brain for more solutions.
Morningpaw scowled at the warrior, "Just grab me by the scruff, I'm only 6 moons, I'm tiny." He was, as much as he hated it, kit sized so the warrior would be able to grab and carry him down with ease and this time Morningpaw wouldn't be as much as an idiot while trying to learn again. Hopefully Snakepelt offers some more words on the matter. Nague explanations really were one of his pet peeves though he got peeved often so what was the difference. It didn't stop him from being growly anyways, "Could I get some more detailed instructions next go around because I refuse to head back to camp without knowing how to properly climb."
Re: Sunkissed Creek
