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Scorchstorm pushed herself off the ground and onto a low branch in the trees. She gazed down at two other cats that were with her. "Come on!"

One of the cats was a brown tom with a deeper shade of brown sliding over his back. The other was a deep gray she-cat, speckled with black spots all over her body.

The tom propped up onto his hind legs, pressing his paws against the base of the tree. "Hmm." he stared right up at the trunk. Then, with great effort, scrambled up half-clumsily.
"Yes!" He cheered, getting up on a branch. "Beat that, Flintspeckle!"

"Just you watch...!" the she-cat hissed up at him, pouting slightly. She followed after her fellow FireClanner, scrabbling up the trunk with equal misplaced footing, but managed to get up.
"See?" Flintspeckle snorted at the brown tom. "I can do it too, Oakfang."

Now, FireClan was reasonably similar to DawnClan. These cats were accustomed to living in a rocky environment, and they had to jump just as much as DawnClan did to get up onto high places. Although, they did have differences. They had different approaches in climbing and leaping, different ways in gripping and knowing when to unsheathe their claws and when not to.

These two FireClanners weren't exactly adapted to clambering up trees and instead would prefer a boulder over a tree trunk.

"Focus." Scorchstorm told them, glancing down at the area below them. No targets yet, and if they were, they were already being attacked by others.
"Just follow my lead." The ginger tabby instructed the other warriors, leaping into another tree and looking back to make sure her allies were right behind her.

Oakfang shakily padded out to the near-end of a branch, leaning down, ready to jump. He sprung off the branch.

He'll make it. Scorchstorm felt a small smile tug at her; maybe they didn't need any extra coaching.

That's when black paws banged against Oakfang's head and sprung off him, as if using him as a springboard.

"Wha--!" Oakfang fell short, but somehow dug his claws into a branch stretching out from the tree he was aiming for. "What's the big idea, Flintspeckle?"

"You're great use as footing." Flintspeckle giggled, giving him a mischievous look as she landed squarely on the branch Scorchstorm was on.

"You two..." Scorchstorm let out a sigh, trying to seem disapproving-- but her small grin betrayed her. "Don't make light out here in the battlefield."
"Hehe, sorry, Scorchstorm!" The FireClanners gave her apologizing and half-nervous smiles.
"No matter," The DawnClan senior warrior mewed to them. "Just try to keep up."
"Yes, ma'am!" They nodded and straightened up, their expressions turning serious.
"That's what I like to hear." The ginger tabby's eyes shone with approval. "Now stay close! An enemy could appear below us any moment."
"And when that happens?" Oakfang and Flintspeckle tilted their heads.

Scorchstorm turned her gaze forward, icy blue orbs narrowing.
"We strike."

Description
Scorchstorm pushed herself off the ground and onto a low branch in the trees. She gazed down at two other cats that were with her. "Come on!"

One of the cats was a brown tom with a deeper shade of brown sliding over his back. The other was a deep gray she-cat, speckled with black spots all over her body.

The tom propped up onto his hind legs, pressing his paws against the base of the tree. "Hmm." he stared right up at the trunk. Then, with great effort, scrambled up half-clumsily.
"Yes!" He cheered, getting up on a branch. "Beat that, Flintspeckle!"

"Just you watch...!" the she-cat hissed up at him, pouting slightly. She followed after her fellow FireClanner, scrabbling up the trunk with equal misplaced footing, but managed to get up.
"See?" Flintspeckle snorted at the brown tom. "I can do it too, Oakfang."

Now, FireClan was reasonably similar to DawnClan. These cats were accustomed to living in a rocky environment, and they had to jump just as much as DawnClan did to get up onto high places. Although, they did have differences. They had different approaches in climbing and leaping, different ways in gripping and knowing when to unsheathe their claws and when not to.

These two FireClanners weren't exactly adapted to clambering up trees and instead would prefer a boulder over a tree trunk.

"Focus." Scorchstorm told them, glancing down at the area below them. No targets yet, and if they were, they were already being attacked by others.
"Just follow my lead." The ginger tabby instructed the other warriors, leaping into another tree and looking back to make sure her allies were right behind her.

Oakfang shakily padded out to the near-end of a branch, leaning down, ready to jump. He sprung off the branch.

He'll make it. Scorchstorm felt a small smile tug at her; maybe they didn't need any extra coaching.

That's when black paws banged against Oakfang's head and sprung off him, as if using him as a springboard.

"Wha--!" Oakfang fell short, but somehow dug his claws into a branch stretching out from the tree he was aiming for. "What's the big idea, Flintspeckle?"

"You're great use as footing." Flintspeckle giggled, giving him a mischievous look as she landed squarely on the branch Scorchstorm was on.

"You two..." Scorchstorm let out a sigh, trying to seem disapproving-- but her small grin betrayed her. "Don't make light out here in the battlefield."
"Hehe, sorry, Scorchstorm!" The FireClanners gave her apologizing and half-nervous smiles.
"No matter," The DawnClan senior warrior mewed to them. "Just try to keep up."
"Yes, ma'am!" They nodded and straightened up, their expressions turning serious.
"That's what I like to hear." The ginger tabby's eyes shone with approval. "Now stay close! An enemy could appear below us any moment."
"And when that happens?" Oakfang and Flintspeckle tilted their heads.

Scorchstorm turned her gaze forward, icy blue orbs narrowing.
"We strike."