of trees and avoiding death [p]

[alec]

rookfire had grown more weary of asking for help, now feeling more threatened by everyone that possibly knew more than he did than when he had still been "that one old apprentice" or "the riverrat", as an enforcer he felt like everyone expected perfection, like he had to have taken to all the additional training and completed his warrior training with perfection. he, however, had only had a singular moon of training in shadowclan after moons of severely lacking riverclan warriors had halfheartedly thrown tasks at him once in a while, and he felt like he was far behind the other enforcers. so, the easiest choice was of course to ask another enforcer, not hawkbite or any of the other scary ones, not lostspark because he felt he had been annoying enough for the moon he was under her care, so his options narrowed down enough to make choosing sleepysunrise a quick endeavour.

not unexpected, the other enforcer had agreed, who knew she had gotten to learn how to climb during her apprenticeship, somehow shadowclans superior education still surprised him sometimes. without having the nagging voice in his head telling him that any signs of weakness would immediately make a fellow warrior realise he wasnt good enough to be an enforcer, rookfire now focussed on fearing for his life. he had climbed something once before and it had not been a nice experience. without the pressure of wanting to be perfect, he probably wouldnt have ever tried to learn either. too bad.


[ @Estelle i present to you: a very dramatic title. ]