Acornpaw looked up, his fur bushing out when he saw the kitten hanging on for his life. All woes forgotten, he sprang to his feet, abandoning the squashed ball of moss. He ran after Ashpaw, coming to a halt at the tree.
"Ashpaw, I don't know how to climb-" The small tom yelped urgently. Regrettably, his mentor hadn't taught him yet.
"Hang on Winterkit, it's going to be alright!" Acornpaw stayed at the base of the tree, ready to catch the kit. Despite his encouraging words, his fur was spiked with fear. @
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Wingnettle