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Post by Braid on Aug 12, 2015 9:21:57 GMT
There was an alertness to the forest, and living breathing air that swelled between the trunks and rose up high into the morning air. A thin mist continued to linger between the old trees, thickest just before the undergrowth. Yet, even in conditions of little visibility, Tinyberry had no hesitations about venturing out into the cold. The morning dew clung to her short pelt, bright amber eyes scanning the undergrowth with the utmost determination. After all, with one unsuccessful day of hunting behind her, where everything seemed to escape her paws, she was determined to make up for it.
Not far above, in one of the low-hanging branches, a sparrow chirped, it's fluttering just visible from the ground. it was enough to make the she-cat pause, and narrow her eyes. She couldn't say she'd even caught a bird since her warrior ceremony. Yet... there it was. Just waiting. She supposed it would be good to show Lyrefur that his training hadn't been forgotten immediately. Tinyberry's eyes darted to the tree trunk, before to the bird. If she was bigger, it may have been a leap she could make, but, with her size the way it was, well. Nothing was happening. It was time for a different approach.
Edging around to the other side of the trunk, she took no time to dart up the trunk, claws gripping the bark as she pulled herself onto a nearby branch. From a peek through the mist, she could see the creature at hand. The warrior's tongue drew over her lips as she judged the distance between branches. The leap itself took no effort, paws kicking against the wood as she launched the small distance. Yet, the exact strength of the branch she was going for was something the she-cat forgot to consider. No sooner did she hit it, than the whole thing bend, the bird darting up with an alarm chirp. Tinyberry's paws immediately slipped. With all claws and wide eyes, she wrapped her paws around the branch as it bent, lower than possible.
The little warrior, despite the squeak she gave, squeezed her eyes shut, but stayed clinging to it, even as she was sure there were pieces of fern brushing her face. The branch creaked somewhat uncomfortably with the weight. Trees were out to get her, Tinyberry was sure.
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Post by littlegray on Aug 13, 2015 4:05:59 GMT
Just sing
Just dance
Just dream !
Shouldering their way through the thick brush, dew sticking to his already damp pelt, a hiss escaped the feline’s muted muzzle. Golden hues were narrowed with agitation as they padded and pushed forward, they hated the morning. It meant that all cats were out and about, talking and chatting loudly, dew was too be thick and it would be difficult for them to scent what they needed to. Pressing down on the frayed pine needles that layered the dampened earth, the sound of frantic fluttering met their sensitive ears, drawing the attention of the agitated feeling to the canopy above them. A small looking bird quickly flew through their vision causing a non-existent brow to raise with curiosity. While there were creatures of all kinds littering this forest, it wasn’t at all odd to see such a small creature in a form of panic. But it wasn’t their concern. So with a small shake of the symmetrically marked head, the continued forward, their entire coat of thin fur fluffed and brushed forward from the countless brambles, branches and slight dampness that hung in the air. They despised this but they couldn’t change their surroundings with a flick of their tail now could they?
As Faminecloud pushed their way through a tangled mass of dampened ferns that hug heavy from the dew, they were somewhat surprised to see another feline. Especially sense they hung from a branch, in a tree. It almost tempted a dark snicker from their chest but it was quickly squashed back down with their earlier agitation, their paws bringing them closer to the tree. "Aye. What are you doing?” Golden hues narrowed towards the feline as their voice echoed through the surrounding area, most likely scaring off any near, nearby prey but that didn’t worry them. What did worry them though was the mass of smelling plants that they had dropped earlier to free their muzzle so they could speak clearly. |
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Post by Braid on Aug 13, 2015 4:32:03 GMT
Okay, okay, she needed to breathe, and analyse the situation better. Hanging from a bending branch, somewhat almost upside down, it wasn’t the best position to be in. She’d found herself in worse by that wasn’t the point. Tinyberry kept her eyes squeezed very much shut, as she curled her tail somewhat around the branch. As long as it didn’t break, she could probably get down with minimal injuries. Yet it seemed like that particular path wasn’t going to be an easy one, as pawsteps approached. She didn’t immediately lace the scent of the cat, the wind against her in that respect, but, when the feline spoke, loud and sudden in the silence of the trees, well there was no doubt it startled her.
“Aye. What are you doing?” Tinyberry gave another squeak as her eyes snapped open and body jolted, head snapping up slightly straighter, as she stared at a very upside down Faminecloud. Oh StarClan, of all cats. “Oh! Uh, hi! I just… I was trying to get a bird but um… misjudged,” she meowed, offering a nervous laugh, ears flattening against her skull briefly as she peered up toward the trunk as the branch continued to sink. It was still a little too far to fall awkwardly though. Especially with her claws dug so deep that she wasn’t going to untangle easily. After a moment of silence, and shuffling slightly despite the creaking wood’s complaints, she sighed.
“I don’t supposed you could, ah, offer a paw… somehow?” She wasn’t sure how it could be helped, but, she wasn’t exactly keen to fall and potentially hurt herself right in front of the clan’s medicine cat. No, that would be… relatively awkward. Tinyberry’s gaze flicked briefly to the other cat again, before back to her own paws. If she could untangle her claws though, maybe she would be able to turn fast enough to land safely. “Just advice would help! I um… don’t want to give you extra work by breaking my tail or something.”
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Post by littlegray on Aug 13, 2015 5:08:33 GMT
Just sing
Just dance
Just dream !
Blinking at the she-cats fumbling words, the agitated expression they wore was quickly painted blank, their mind desperately attempting to understand the situation and when they had finally grasped it, a heavy groan escaped their muzzle, head hanging low. This was not what they needed, absolutely not. When they lifted their head again, tail agitatedly slashing against the dampened ground. "Stupid cats..” Muttering the insult under their breath, low enough that probably no cat would hear the words, Faminecloud shook their head and quickly recovered their cracking composure. “Just try your hardest too reach the end of the branch so it bend farther down and then drop. I’ll be standin’ right under ya too dampen your fall, you can’t be that heavy anyways unless you’ve been eatin’ extra helpings,” Huffing at their words, the medicine cat stepped back from the pile of herbs that rested in front of them, brushing some fallen leaves over them before hopefully positioning their steady form beneath where the feline would fall.
Rolling their shoulders back, their head tilted upward as their stoic gaze was kept steadily on the hanging she. Just the scene itself almost had Faminecloud snickering softly as cruel as it sounded but the genderless tom had a dark humor anyways. Rolling their golden hues back too the following surroundings, a slight smirk was brought to their muzzle, pointed fangs glinting in the warmer, yellow rays of the sun making the already yellow color they owned becoming a darker shade.
\ I seriously had no idea what to write sense my muse died out ;~; I ish so sowyyy / |
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Post by Braid on Aug 14, 2015 11:28:38 GMT
Faminecloud dropped their head, and Tinyberry fought the urge to groan. She didn’t want to be a hassle, but, surely it was better than falling and hurting herself. She was tiny, there wasn’t much of her left if she broke something. As much as she didn’t like to acknowledge it sometimes, it was a fact. There was little size to her to handle too many falls. “Just try your hardest to reach the end of the branch so it bend farther down and then drop. I’ll be standin’ right under ya too dampen your fall, you can’t be that heavy anyways unless you’ve been eatin’ extra helpings.”
Tinyberry flattened her ears against her skull and huffed. Okay, yeah, the other benefit to being small, she didn’t weigh all that much. “I don’t think you need to worry too much!” She chirped, trying her best to be positive. At least this was more of a plan! As the medicine cat handled the herbs, Tinyberry focused on the branch, and slowly shuffling down along it, as it continued to bend and made a series of rather threatening noises. She hated climbing sometimes. It didn’t help that Faminecloud was snickering at the sight.
“One day, I’ll catch you doing something not so bright, and then I’ll be the one laughing at you!” She warned, though it was lightly, a tease behind the somewhat serious tone. She had to admit, despite her frustration, it was a bit of a funny situation. As she edged further along though, eventually, the branch got a little too thin, and shuffling along, well, there was nothing to stop that part from snapping completely. The suddenness of it had Tinyberry giving a loud squeak, paws flailing as she attempted to spin around.
It was a move she only just managed, before colliding right onto the medicine cat’s back with a sudden exhale of air. Not that she clung to him, no, the warrior immediately slipped straight over, landing on the ground with a heavy thud, right on her back. For a moment, she blinked at the sky, trying to gain her breath, before giving her whole body a hard shake, right there without getting up. “Trees are mousebrained,” she huffed, before lifting her head to look at Faminecloud, and offered a sheepish grin. “Um, thank you. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
[ooc: for littlegray]
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