<blockquote>Featherflight stared as the ThunderClan warrior climbed swiftly up a vertical tree trunk. It looked impossible. She shifted her gaze to the bark of the trunk just in front of her paws, and tested her grip by sinking her claws in. Not bad. Now the next step was actually climbing it. The calico she-cat locked her paws into the trunk, then closed her eyes. I'm going to jump on the count of... one, two, THREE. Featherflight opened her eyes. Her hind legs were still firmly on the ground. No, no. You can't wish yourself up, you've actually gotta do it. she told herself. Looking up again, the WindClan warrior hesitated. But catching Cedarclaw's gaze, something tightened in her stomach.
Featherflight inhaled deeply, her breath white and foggy in the cold evening air. Three, two, ONE. The she-cat pushed off with her back legs as if springing for prey, and immediately felt a rush of air as she hurtled upwards. Instinctively, she clutched onto the trunk with all four limbs, only a tail-length above the ground. Featherflight realized her neck fur was bristled, and she had to make it lay flat again. Her paws were slipping. Like running, Cedarclaw's words echoed in her mind. Just run up. Run, pretend you're chasing a flying rabbit. It's fat and juicy, and just beyond your reach. The she-cat told herself, and forced her paws to unlock and scrambled clumsily up as far as she could. When she dared open her eyes again, the calico was already almost level with the ThunderClan warrior, and after a moment leaped onto his branch.
The clumsy force of her jump shook the limb, and Featherflight clung on, her fur fluffed out and green eyes wide. </blockquote>