They walked through the territory and Frostpaw began taking mental notes of their whereabouts. He still hadn't explored ShadowClan's forest before, nor had he been to the borders or the Waterbarn. Any plans of a tour had been delayed due to his mandatory one-moon-of-in-camp-duties-only restriction, and by the time he was free to leave camp, well...
Frostpaw froze in his tracks at Flintfreckle's request. The older cat wanted him to climb a tree?
A tree? "Of course," the white apprentice responded. ThunderClan cats basically spent half their lives in trees. This would be easy.
With a signature smirk on his face, Frostpaw unsheathed his claws and used them to get a grip on the tree's bark. He expertly raced up the surface, then deposited himself onto a low-hanging branch and looked down at Flintfreckle, wondering whether or not his climbing skills were up to the ShadowClanner's standards.
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