[Froya]

Originally Posted by Angelique

-->Ebonyfang the newly buff<--

It had been a moons since he had left Shadowclan to make himself more stronger. He already looked like he was. Instead of his more scrawny arms, they were now more muscular. He had let himself go too long. Having kits and being a medicine cat did little on his body. Not that he regretted none of them. He had thought about his kits. How was he supposed to train them to be stronger when he wasn't strong himself. That would change now.

The Tom moved over to a tall tree with a bunch of claw marks. He had climbed it many times before and never once made it to the top. It was one of the training things he did to make himself the way he was. Ebonyfang took his claws into the tree trunk before, forcing himself up. It was easy to get up now that he wasn't weak. He made his way to the halfway mark where he always had to stop, but he was ready to take it onto the next stop which was the top. He was a tiny bit tired, but he didn't take no notice. He hooked his claws into the top of the trunk and pushed himself up. He went up to the top and sat on one of the branches.

Ebonyfang looked down below him. He was proud that he actually had made it. That called for a little nap right here. He laid down with his front paws dangling off the branch. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to sleep. That was until he heard a noise. There was somebody in his tertitory. He stayed where he was and was ready to pounce on whoever was there.

// open \\

Condorcall | Replying to Open Rp

The autumn air chilled his skin as he sauntered beside of border of the ShadowClan terrain. Condorcall paid little mind to the frigid cold however as he raised his head towards the towering pines above his cranium. A hum sounded in his vocals, analyzing the subtle movements from above and taking note of the darkening squirrels that scampered from branch to branch. To maneuver through the pines with such ease, he thought, was an ability to be appreciated. Condorcall saw few if not any ShadowClan warriors navigating the tall trees from above, it was taboo. ShadowClan simply did not mingle with heights as well as their rivals in ThunderClan whose main source of prey inhabited the tall oaks scattered throughout their border. Though if acquiring the assets of all four Clans, would ShadowClan not be more efficient when it came to battle against their claws? It would be a thought not spoken aloud to his peers. Condorcall did not involve himself in the politics of the Clan, knowing far too well the misfortune it had brought his ancestors in the past. He was never one to stray from customs.

Shaking his head and puffing his fur to shield him from the frigidness, Condorcall had opted to continue his travels, indifferent to the Clans, but appreciative of the land that surrounded him. But before he could lift his paws to continue his agile walk throughout the undergrowth, a sight caught his apricot eye. Amongst the autumn hues, Condorcall sighted the black pelt of a former warrior he had not been familiar with. Though others may have recognized his dark coat, Condorcall did not. It appeared as though Ebonyfang was but a stranger in the eyes of the young warrior whose curiosity drove him to stand beneath the tree the other occupied.

Parting his jaws, a call was held on his tongue before being swallowed at the tip. He mused at the location of the cat, tail twitching in interest as his gaze bounced from branch to branch, obviously conjuring up the image of how the tomcat reached his site and judging how successful he would be if he attempted the same. Condorcall squared his shoulders. The branches of the pines were nowhere near the grith of the willow trees he frequented. They were thin, feeble. It made Condorcall nervous that the branch would not hold him at all, but he prevailed. With a powerful leap that propelled the dark warrior from the shady floor, the tomcat was able to hook his long claws around the bark of the fir tree, heaving himself up to the branch where he was able to gain stability. He breathed. The first leap had been triumphant.

Looking towards the second branch, Condorcall repeated the motion before, hooking his claws around the wood, but staggering slightly as gravity opted for his fall. However, he managed but decided against trying his luck. Instead, the maned warrior lifted his head, emitting a breath before speaking and calling the attention of the loitering cat. "Agility must be in your step to navigate the denseness of the fir trees." He remarked, whiskers twitching. "ShadowClan does not take kindly to intrusions, however. Clan cat or not, if one sees you lingering so close to our border, claws will be unsheathed."