RᴀᴢCʟᴀɴ Rᴘ Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ﹣﹣SɪɢɴUᴘs Iɴsɪᴅᴇ﹣﹣

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    In a quick, fluid movement, Foxheart leaned forward and sunk her teeth into the toms fur-the fur of his neck, to be exact. She reached her right paw down and dug her claws into his flank, getting a grip onto him before lifting him up a bit, keeping him close to the trunk so he could get a grip. This, however, was not done without difficulty, and she could feel the weight of the tom straining her muscles as she worked to hold him. She could carry a kit, but not a tom this big. She wasn't THAT strong.

    "Sweet! I lucked out this time!" Flintfire purred, padding out of camp and towards the wing-bridge. "I wonder if this is still slippery from the morning dew." He murmured, placing a cautious paw on it. Feeling like he had good footing, he started to cross when he paws suddenly flew out from underneath him and he landed on his side with a hard thud. He felt himself slipping towards the edge and tried to regain his footing but every time he did, he fell again, gradually slipping closer to the edge. "Raincloud, help!" He gasped.


    Slatepaw shrugged. "Not entirely sure. That would be up to Nightpool." She looked over at her mentor with a tilt of her head.

    Raincloud's eyes widened "Hang on! Don't move!" She warned him and looked around..She tried to keep herself calm so she could think. Nearby was big thick strands of moss 'Maybe I can pull him up with this if I made it into a rope.' She thought and quickly began weaving. When she was done she tied it tightly onto the nearest tree for support and then lowered the other end towards him "Here grab onto this and pull yourself up." She said her blue orbs were filled with worry hoping it would work

    "Oh, that makes sense." Frozenpaw said. He didn't exactly know what to say, so he racked his mind for a good subject. "What's your favorite part of training?" He asked. He hoped that the question might help make conversation easier.

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    Foxheart watched the tom take off up the tree, and then moved up onto the nearest branch before carefully making her way back to the ground by jumping from branch to branch. When she reached the ground, she looked to where the tom had disappeared, before heading into the forest further, looking to catch some prey.


    Ooc: i'm sorry for my inactivity

    -yay site is back up!-


    Flintfire strained for the vine desperately and sank his teeth in it. Struggling to pull himself up, he slowly made progress but still couldn't get a good grip.


    "Mmmm.. I'd have to say battle training." Slatepaw responded. "I hope we're doing battle training today!"

    Raincloud braided another vine and tied it to the tree ...She then managed to tie the other part around her waist..Slowly and steadily she made herself towards him and got a grip on his scruff pulling him to his paws and tying the other vine around him to make sure he couldn't fall this time....She got behind him and helped him towards safe ground

    Silverpaw was about to make a joke about battle training being too hard, but seeing how excited she was he decided against it. "Battle training, cool." He said for lack of a joke. He looked around wondering how long it would be before they left. "Should we start heading down there and your mentor can catch up with us?"