Up [Oakpaw] Feb 16, 2013 10:16:20 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Feb 16, 2013 10:16:20 GMT -5
It was wet. Everywhere he went, the wetness seemed to follow. He could not escape it. And perhaps the others had gotten used to have soaked, mud-coated paws every minute of the day, but he had not and never planned to. Had he had any say in the matter, he would have remained curled up in the make-shift warriors den, where the wet was kept mostly at bay. But no. Thanks to Ravenstar, who had deemed him worthy enough for an apprentice of his own, a decision that he had given up trying to understand, he was forced from his refuge every morning to train an apprentice who was far too happy for the occasion. He refrained from glowering at his paws as they trudged along the route to Branch Trail. If he had to train an apprentice, at least he would be able to get his paws off the soaking ground.
Whether or not Oakpaw could was a different matter. Though he did not know the younger cat as well as others might, he had seen the brown tabby around camp. The apprentice-then-kit had been clumsy to the point where it was painful to watch, always tripping over his own paws and stumbling. Compared to the wiry warrior, who could at least carry his thin frame with a semblence of grace, the apprentice was considerably lacking in that department. And that was why he had chosen to practice coordination first, and the best way to do so, in his opinion, was climbing the trees along the trail. He, at least, would be able to perch in a branch and watch from a comfortable vantage point as Oakpaw tried to reach him.
Yellow-green eyes briefly scanned the trees around him. "This way," He murmured, flicking somewhat awkwardly with his tail for the brown cat to follow him. Giving orders was very strange to one accustomed to following them. The tree of his choice had the lowest branches and relatively rough bark, which made it easier for a climber to get a good grip. "Climbing." Ratfur turned upon reaching the base of the tree, eyes smoothly finding his apprentice. He forced his voice to quaver slightly, injecting some uncertainty - which he did not need to completely fake - into his tone. "It requires balance, strength and coordination. Once mastered, it can prove to be a very useful tactic in battle, since most of our opponents will not be expecting an attack from above." Of course, it had never worked for him and his dismal fighting abilities, but the idea sounded good in theory. "Unsheathe your claws and climb to that lowest branch, please."