"Kits, please, stop!" He called as he climbed farther up. He scented Icekit as he reached her branch and grabbed her by the scruff. "Don't you worry, Icekit," He mumbled through her fur. "I'll get you down from here." Focusing hard, the tom dug his claws into the bark, relying solely on his memories to guide him back down. Thankfully, he was young, therefore his memories were, too. He slowly made his way down until his paws touched solid ground. Placing the kit gently down, he told her gently, "Go get your mother. Be careful not to let any other cats. We don't want to scare your brother while he's that high up." With that, he turned and went right back up the tree, more confident this time. "CloudKit, please. I can't see you. This is dangerous!"
Flamestep stared at her apprentice for a moment before crouching down. "Ready?" She asked with a smirk, prepared to see how fast Foxpaw could pick this up. Without waiting for an answer, she bounded forward and lunged at him, forepaws outstretched towards him. She made sure to keep her claws sheathed, and her leap soft.