[ti]Private[/ti]a small predicament

[bird]

Sometimes, Harestrike wondered, really wondered, why she did this sort of thing to herself. While she was trying to hunt, she had happened to get herself stuck in a fairly large tree. It had been very easy to climb up, but getting down was much harder, especially with a slight fear of heights that she carried. The ground seemed to be miles away, and as Harestrike got closer to the edge of the tree's branches, seemingly to try to jump off, it seemed even farther away. She backed up from the edge of the tree, looking around for someone to come help her get down. Starclan above, this was so embarrassing.

Sighing to herself, she sat down in the tree, watching the birds and the clouds from the tree that she'd got herself stuck in. It seemed like ages before she managed to spot someone, a cat from her clan whose name she couldn't seem to remember, walking through the forest. Leaning over the edge of the tree, she mewed down at the cat, "Hey, can you help me? I kinda..." she trailed off for a while, then continued, "got myself stuck in a tree." 

coppercrow

[coppercrow]

Goosepring picked her way through the dense forest, paws sinking into the leaf litter. This deep in the forest the air felt cool. Little sunlight reached the ground, filtered out by the canopy above. The air was filled with the bustle of forest life, a quiet cacophony of noise that the she-cat loved. Newleaf was truly her favourite time of the year. After the barren moons of Leaf-bare, she revelled in the abundance of life. Every day it seemed there was more prey to hunt, and hunt she did. She’d already caught a couple of mice and a vole so far and the day was still young.

Squirming through a gap between two low bushes, she broke free into a slightly more open area around the base of a large tree. She’d barely taken a step forward when she heard a voice calling to her from above. Looking up, she spotted a grey and white she-cat perched on one of the branches of the tree. Squinting, Goosespring recognised her as one of her clanmates, though not one she was overly familiar with. Her name was Hare…something? The name was at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t quite recall.

Although she was sympathetic to the other cat’s plight, she couldn’t help but be a little amused. She’d heard of apprentices getting stuck up trees, but not fully fledged warriors. Then again, the other cat wasn’t born in IvyClan, was she? Perhaps they didn’t have many trees where she was from?

”I can s-see that,” she called, only stammering a little bit. “W-would it help if, if I came up and j-joined you? I could sh-show you how to climb down?” Maybe if she was up in the tree with the other cat she’d be able to help her better? She was better with actions than words, after all.

[bird]

| harestrike |

Staring down at the cat on the forest floor, Harestrike tried desperately to remember her name. The first bit was a bird, she was sure. Robin? No. Kestrel? Probably not. Goose? Actually, yeah, that sounded right. Goose... feather? Goosestrike? Goosespring? None of those really sounded right, but the third one seemed to be the nearest to correct that she could find mentally, and to be completely honest, she didn't really have the best memory, so Goosespring was probably the best that young Harestrike was going to be able to do, regardless of whether that was correct or not. It was, but Harestrike wasn't sure of that.

"Actually, yeah, that'd be great!" Harestrike tried to seem less enthusiastic about getting out of this tree than she actually was, which failed fairly miserably. She was obviously excited to have some chance of getting down, especially because she wasn't being mocked for it. While she wouldn't be surprised if the other cat, whose name she was fairly sure was Goosespring at this point, was fairly amused at this, she wasn't really showing it that much, and that garnered some respect from Harestrike.