[ti]Private[/ti]Feathered Fun

[pants]

Creekpaw inspected the other tom's paw with a close eye, making sure he was truly ok. Sometimes, apprentices were known to let their pride get the better of them and would strut around as if the world couldn't hurt them in any way, shape, or form. Though, Flintpaw seemed to be ok. Once satisfied with what he saw, Creekpaw looked back up to his friend. "Well, I'm glad you're ok. You better not be faking it, or I'll drag ya right to the medicine cat's den. Flintpaw then lightly pushed his shoulder and Creekpaw gave a smile. "Of course I'd care! You're our guest! Gotta keep you well!" The tom chuckled, playfully shoving the other apprentice back with his shoulder.

Flintpaw then began to walk ahead, turning to tease him about tree climbing. Creekpaw smile and bounded ahead. "I bet you my dinner I could climb faster than you!" the tom challenged, an equally big grin spread across his face, slowing in pace so he matched that of his companion. "How bout it? Up for a bit of competition?"

[M'Lady]

He huffed, shaking his head at Creekpaw's words. "Like I'd risk visiting Mistclan's medicine den! Who knows what crazy stuff they think up in there!" He exclaimed, though the teasing lilt was still present in his tone. Though, he did wonder what Mistclan medicine cats got up to, at least a bit. At least whatever it was wouldn't be worse than whatever Palesun would think up. He was always an odd one, Palesun, but maybe medicine cats were always a bit odd? He certainly didn't want Cedarleap treating him, anyways. She couldn't even help herself, how would she treat Flintpaw?

The apprentice scoffed at the others challenge, raising a brow in an incredulous manner.

"I'm not stupid enough to bet against that," He grumbled, but despite his words, the fur around his neck bristled slightly at the thought of a challenge. "Maybe not my dinner, but I certainly could put up a bit of a fight!" He wasn't as experienced at tree climbing as the Mistclan apprentice, sure, but his claws were sharp and so were his wits, he doubted that he wouldn't at least be able to hold his own.

He glanced to his side, where Creekpaw had slowed down to match his pace. "Fine, I accept your challenge."