Mallowpaw
105/100
For once, Mallowpaw wasn't hoping for training. Coughs rattled her ribcage, and she wasn't sure how effective she would be at hunting with her sniffle impairing her sense of smell. But when Wolfhive offered it, she accepted it, even though she would rather sleep. She wouldn't pass up training unless she was on her deathbed.
Tree climbing. It wasn't the training Mallowpaw had been expecting, but it wouldn't hurt to brush up her skills. After all, it had been, what? six moons? since she had last practised it. And she remembered it had made her claws ache, something that hadn't been addressed in her lesson. It had a group one, after all; Wolfhive and Redhawk hadn't been looking too closely at her technique. A one on one lesson would be beneficial.
Mallowpaw watched as Wolfhive demonstrated. Then she stepped up to the tree and hooked her front claws into the bark. She kicked off the ground and dug her back paws into it, and started to slowly climb up until she was on Wolfhive's branch. It was easier than the last time she had done it; maybe she really was starting to build up muscle. Her claws still ached, though. She couldn't remember if they had hurt more last time.
She should ask Wolfhive what to do about it. She didn't know if her technique was visibly wrong; for all she knew, she might be doing it right and the ache in her claws were a normal effect. She doubted it though. "Is there a way to stop my claws from aching?" Mallowpaw asked. Those same claws were currently digging deeper than necessary into the bark- a mix of nerves from raising the question (she wasn't good at this) and fear of falling.
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BEAR. (So I'm not sure if her sickness is currently a cold from the storm or the outbreak sickness; I don't think it matters either way. If she doesn't have it now she's getting it soon.)