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Wailingkit had a determined look on her face as she clawed her way up the trunk of the tree. Since she had first been allowed out of the nursery it had been her goal to climb it. So what if she had sporadic numbness in her paws that led to her tripping a lot. Squeaking as her front paw slipped, she grappled for a hold. Her little claws sunk into the bark as she caught her breath just under the lowest branch. This was a lot harder than she had thought it would be. Yet she was achieving something instead of stumbling over herself and being laughed at.
Settling onto the lowest branch, she peered over the camp. This would show all those who looked at her with pity and especially that one queen that said she would never be normal. Her white coat stood out amongst the autumn colored leaves, an easy spot for anyone below. Of course she did not know how to get down but she still vibrated with excitement.
A little voice full of trouble whispered in her head "Just knock one down, no one will notice". Her little paw knocked an acorn off a branch and watched it tumble to the ground. Maybe just one more, it wouldn't hurt? Right?
It had been a slow day in FallClan, and Ribbondance had resigned herself to spending the rest of her day lying down in the middle of camp and waiting for an appropriate time to head to bed. It seemed the universe had other plans, however, because it had only been about a half hour until something suddenly dropped from the sky, right in her field of vision. She blinked, slowly rising to her paws and squinting at an object on the ground. Was that...an acorn?
A bolt of adrenaline ran through her body as she finally caught sight of Wailingkit, the kit's white pelt a stark contrast to the reddish-brown leaves that surrounded her. "Hey, kid," she called out, waving with her tail and hoping Wailingkit would notice. "Get down from that thing before you fall." Though she didn't know the details, Ribbondance vaguely recognised her as the kit in the nursery with the spinal issues. The image of Wailingkit's body lying crumpled on the ground flashed into her mind; even so, none of her anxiety showed on the surface. Her reaction was just as muted as ever, though not by choice - the she-cat's emotional expression tended to be rather flat even when the emotions she was experiencing were strong, and it had only gotten worse over the years. She hoped Wailingkit could understand the seriousness of the situation, even if Ribbondance couldn't quite express it herself.
Wailingkit peered down at the warrior, frowning slightly. Getting down had not been a thing she had planned for; What she had planned for was someone praising her for being the first kit up the tree. Well, perhaps not the first-ever, but the first out of the current kits in the nursery. They were always so mean, not playing with her because she was a bit clumsy. It wasn't her fault, plus she thought she would grow out of it.
Inching towards the trunk, she peered over the edge to look for the knots she used to climb up. Sliding down the rough bark she balanced precariously. This was so much harder than going up. It was slow going, but she eventually got within a fox length of the ground. This was where she had to jump and claw her way up. Leaping down, she landed on a knarled root only to tumble off. In a heap on the ground, she grumbled as she straightened out all her legs. Everything seemed fine, nothing hurt too bad. "I did it." Her fur fluffed up to shake out the dust.
Ribbondance’s heart pounded as Wailingkit made her descent down the tree, though her face didn’t betray her anxiety. She’s going to slip, she thought, she’s going to slip and die and it’s all going to be your fault because you made her come down and you should’ve gotten someone more qualified to do this and also maybe called the medicine cat over—
—But against all odds, Wailingkit eventually made it to the forest floor, not quite sticking the landing but thankfully still in one piece. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?” she asked, watching Wailingkit carefully and examining her body for any cuts or scrapes. Once she was satisfied, she shook her head slowly. “What would even possess you to climb all the way up there? Especially with your...” She trailed off, unsure of how to bring up the kit’s condition.
[ its been eighty four years but im finally back 😅 ]
“Well everyone told me I can’t do this and won’t ever be able to do anything really. It’s just not fair!” The little calico poured and whined slightly. She knew it wasn’t the best way to get her point across but she was tired of being told no. All her siblings had their own problems but that didn’t hold them back at all. Half the time her sister Howlingkit was asleep on her paws. But because she couldn’t feel her paws sometimes she was the one who was cloistered in the nursery. How was she ever going to be promoted if she couldn’t do anything.
"I thought she climbed up there pretty good." The statement preempted Breezekit, who strolled towards the pair upon seeing Ribbondance hover around his denmate like...something that hovered. Whatever, he didn't need to get into specifics. "Probably better than I could do it. Good job, Wailingkit," he praised. There was a devious look in his bright gaze, scarcely hiding the fact that he was likely one of the kits who had encouraged Wailingkit to scale the oak. Purely for research, of course.
“See I can do stuff.” She turned to the warrior, before smiling at Breezekit. Wailingkit had seen him around before and knew he came from WinterClan with his sister. He didn’t seem to know about the rumor surrounding her litter or much about her illness. Since she had grown a bit, it had been easier to hide. Though when she tripped on her one face, that was hard to hide. Her symptoms where changing and wording but nothing quite debilitating yet. So was learning to thrive and hide her emotional outbursts.
