Ah, Vinepaw was agreeable. As he always was, to be fair. Deadmoon wasn't sure she'd ever seen any sort of annoyance or resistance from him. That was definitely hyperbole, no cat was perfect, but he was far from the reticent rat she'd been as an apprentice. So in her eyes, basically perfect. Then again, that was an issue with a lot of cats Deadmoon came to care about. They were fantastic, amazing, wonderful. Flawed only in their kindness, or joyfulness, or excessive youthful zest. And then she was.....here, just sort of mucking along trying to do her best. She supposed she'd not thought of Wolffang as so wonderful. He'd been a nasty part of her kithood, after all, along with her mother and sister. But regardless, most of the time, she was the problem.
MOVING ON! Stop having existential crises, Deadmoon, it's really getting old at this point!
Ah, your assessment is soon! she purred, forcing a bit of enthusiasm. It was deserved, to be fair.
You'll be a fantastic warrior! He would. He definitely would. Four working legs and everything.
Right, let's go then! she added, starting off at a decent trot. Soon enough they reached her favorite tree, a nice oak that had low, friendly branches. The bark was groovy too, so she could stick her claws into it as needed.
Right, this is my favorite tree! she mewed, with a bit of uncharacteristic verve. Tree! A nice tree! Deadmoon liked nice trees, she might as well make the whole 'not really a proper Windclan cat' thing official.
The bark is nice to grip and whatnot. I'd say we start by going to the first layer of branches, and then maybe hopping from branch to branch. Just...general balance practice which I reckon'll help with climbing and fighting. With her instructions sort of given, she scrambled up as best she could. It took her a bit of awkward effort, seeing as she only had one font paw to really pull herself up with, but with a strong push from her hind legs she was able to reach the first branch. After a moment of wobbling she jumped, landing on a nearby branch with a slight skid that forced her to dig her claws into the bark again. Another hop, another sinking in of claws, and she was safely on a third branch, leaving space for Vinepaw to join her in the trees. @
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