[Ziera]

Originally Posted by Arie

"NO! I beat you fair and square! We both know I'm better at climbing than you are! Look at all my floof! It helps me stick to the rock. You've got none sooooo, I'm obviously better! Get that through your nicely thick skull!" Did Swallowkit just insult and compliment her brother in one? Yeah. And she was proud of it and she'd done so much good! Doing her own small little happiness dance on her paws and turning around in a pirouette she returned back to facing Kestrelkit. "And that grumpy old elder was a nice elder! We need to go visit them again! Maybe we can get treats if we behave nicely! Yes! Treats!" But then Kestrel wanted her to go first? Oh sure she could do! She could go first! And she was totally on board this was great. Letting out a high pitched happy squeal she stood on her tippy toes as she fluffed up her fur, the spikes appearing among her spine and she made herself a lot larger. That would surely help with the traction on the rock tree wouldn't it? "AHHHH EEEEEE" and off she charged towards it jumping and leaping for it but only resulted in banging her head somewhat on the rock. But it didn't matter! She'd gotten a foothold and with her paws secure she dragged herself to the top. "LOOK! I did it!" and she was dizzy as hell. But SHE'D DONE IT!

Kestrelkit did recognize that Swallowkit was better at climbing than he was, but StarClan knew he wasn't about to agree with her. He lived in denial quite happily, thank you very much. The tom-kit stretched out his limbs, arching his back and lifting chin high in the air to appear bigger than his was. He fixed his sister with a glare only an older brother was capable of giving.

"Well I've got floof too. If I had gotten to the tree first, I would have beaten you just as easily!" Kestrelkit's ears twitched when she mentioned the elder, the elder responsible for Swallowkit's victory. "You think everyone's nice, Swallow. That grumpy old elder was boring as dirt. I wonder how long it'll be till he joins StarClan."

Kestrelkit winced at the pitch of Swallowkit's squeal, wondering if his ears would still work after this. He watched her calico fur expand until she was a ridiculous, tricolored puffball. When his sister's charge toward the rock, uh-- TREE -- ended in the smack of her head against the stone (though not hard enough to seriously injure her), Kestrel's first brotherly instinct was to laugh until his stomach hurt from exertion. The tomkit only stopped snickering when he saw that somehow she had indeed managed to climb the rock. Amazing! First of all, it was possible. He could make it too-- and without banging his head. Second, yes, it did prove that Swallowkit probably really did beat him; Kestrelkit continued to blame the elder for distracting him.

"Get down, get down! It's my turn now!" he screeched, muscles coiling with tension as he prepared to execute the most ginormous leap he was capable of. He couldn't wait to brag to Wrenkit about scaling the rock tree in one jump.