Echos of the past haunt my bones [Cloverpaw Climbing Training]

[Beaan]

cloverpaw
cw; grief

alright. camp restriction was lifted, and cloverpaw wanted as much training as possible as fast as possible. the tom walked out into the clearing, scanning for a warrior before his eyes fell on birdecho - a warrior who was made last meeting. the tabby tom stalked over, dipping his head in respect before speaking. "cloverpaw," they stated, pointing a paw at himself. "you. train?" he asked, putting his paw down. simple.

[ @Mica - short starter i know ]

[Mica]

Birdecho
ShadowClan Warrior
she/her | 11 moons
[Grey tabby with a dark overcoat, white underside and amber eyes]
Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby, Don't Mind if I Do!
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fool ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Cloverpaw - @Beaan ]
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The sudden approach of an apprentice not much smaller than she earned a bird-like cant of her head in his direction. He was only vaguely familiar--something about being her dear late mother's apprentice, or something. Birdecho studied the kid as he asked for training, her face unnervingly blank. Then she smiled, tail swishing behind her. "Okay! Birdecho. Us. Train!" From anyone else it might have seemed that they were mocking his pattern of speech, but with Birdecho it was just force of habit. "Hunting, swimming, climbing... what suits ya?" She asked as she lead Cloverpaw out of camp. Depending on his answer, she'd direct them to a different part of the territory. For a moment, Birdecho seemed lost in her own head as they maneuvered through the territory. This was her first time out without a warrior. It felt so wrong, but she was a warrior now! She could do this any time she wanted! Gee, what a thought.

[Beaan]

cloverpaw
cw; grief

the brown she watched as the warrior started talking, leading them out of camp. she remembered that birdecho was one off miss lostspark's kits, and glanced over to the warrior. needless to say, cloverpaw had expectations for the warrior, though not too high. cloverpaw stayed silent until the prompt of what training she wanted popped up. cloverpaw remained silent for a few moments before deciding. "climb." should be simple enough, but also provide tatical advantages for the young apprentice.

[ @Mica ]

[Mica]

Birdecho
ShadowClan Warrior
she/her | 11 moons
[Grey tabby with a dark overcoat, white underside and amber eyes]
Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby, Don't Mind if I Do!
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fool ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Cloverpaw - @Beaan ]
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Climbing? Great! Birdecho trilled in response, steering the apprentice towards the general territory. The pine trees there would be easier to climb, as they had large branches all the way up the trunk they could use to take breaks.

Stopping in front of a suitable pine tree, Birdecho glanced at Cloverpaw. "When climbing, gotta move quick. Lose your momentum, you get stuck." The warrior shook out her front paws, then her back legs. "Back legs push you up. Front claws grab bark to hold you. Push up, grab. Yes?" Birdecho threw herself at the tree, latching on with wicked claws and pushing herself up one jump at a time. Her legs bunched tightly before launching her up, all four paws coming to get another grip on the higher part of the bark. She went up a few cat lengths, shifting her weight to jump for a low bough. She looked down at Cloverpaw, amber eyes shadowed by the foliage. "You try?" Birdecho called, head canted to the side. She'd repeat the instructions if necessary, too.