Originally, her intention had been to scale a tall tree, to see how high she could climb without growing tired. Wigeonpaw loved being able to see over the entire territory, to look past the tree tops and across the Thunderpath. Was that how birds felt? She liked to think so. Sometimes she was tempted to act like one and jump from one high branch to the next. Common sense told her otherwise; she wasn't too keen on breaking any legs. Maybe she would manage it some day, when she was older and had built up more body strength.
She had come about half way to meeting her goal. The tortie had been climbing for a little while, but her ponderings had gotten the better of her; she was laying on a thick branch, wondering what it would be like to sprout a pair of wings and fly off into the night.