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Givinchi-chan was still small and young, but those two things seemed to only embolden his eagerness to do anything that was dangerous and ill-fitted for a combination of those traits. Chartreuse optics gleaming like the golden new leafs of spring, he looked the base of a small tree up and down to find the best angle to go about attempting to climb from. This wasn’t the first time the tom had attempted to climb a tree, but this was one with a slightly higher branch and he wasn’t content with the concept of failure. So, after a few seemingly long and painfully contemplative moments, the youngling seemed to settle on a plan, preparing his body as his muscles bunched, burning was energy and the anxiety of anticipation. There was no trigger save perhaps the slight easing of the eastern winds, his body and mind aligned with a deeper timer that was instinctual, and set the release of tension in a speedy burst.
A few moments later, the tom was sitting proudly from one of the lowest branches of the tree, looking prouder than a cat who caught a canary. By the same time tomorrow it was highly likely his paws and muscles would be bruised and sore from the stretch of his elementary climbing abilities, but for the moment pain was dulled by the high of victory.
"Oh, congratulations. You managed to get to the first branch of the tree" came a sarcastic voice of an all black trainee. She wasn't even looking at the kitten, instead, she was examining her claws. After a moment she finally raised her gaze to the kitten in the tree. "Do you feel accomplished, little tyke?" her voice was eerily sweet and her lips curled into grin of pure madness.
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Lost in the moment the tom hadn't noticed the approach of another cat, and he looked down with curiosity at the she cat only to be met with her thinly-veiled mockery. And yet, after a brief moment of what appeared to be dumbfounded silence, a coy smile slipped across the youngling's maw.
"Actually, I do." His tone was both proud and tinged with amusement, as if the trainee below had made a poorly-worded joke instead of a snide comment at his expense. He leaned a bit precariously over the edge of the branch, looking down at the she cat a little ways below with his eyes flashing a tacit warm challenge to the insult the tom had so casually brushed off. "Were you climbing branches this high when you were my age?" He asked, raising a brow. The phrase might have come across as mocking, if not for a contrasting friendliness that tinged the tone of his voice.
Mellori-kun rolled her eyes at his amusement. "I was out of camp at your age" she sneered though that wasnt entirely true. She had managed to escape a couple times but she never made it very far. She just wanted to look better in the eyes of her clanmates. She licked one paw and drew it over an ear. "Your quite adorable to get excited over climbing a measly tree," she snickered, twitching her whiskers.
"One day I'll be able to get excited to climb a less measly tree, but for now this is all I've got." He said, his voice humming with continued amusement mark by still friendly casualness, though he did bite back the urge to tag on that he had in fact traveled out of camp. He figured the retort would just come across as defensive, and deflecting seemed to always work better. "What's got you all worked up about a youngling in a tree anyways?" He asked, his whiskers twitching with lighthearted interest. "Is today just a really slow day? Or is destroying the dreams of children just a hobby of yours?" He inquired further, taking to carefully positioning himself and laying on the branch which was just barely wide enough for him to do so.
"Cant get passed you, huh?" She began sharpening her claws on the tree, stretching out her limbs. "Crushing little tyke's dreams is a hobby of mine. Brings me pleasure to watch them cry." Though, she wouldn't admit it, this tom was pretty alright in her book. No other kit would talk back like he did. It intrigued her.
