"It's the ice..." The deputy muttered, "this would never have happened in Greenleaf. Skyclan cats cannot allow themselves to be afraid of the trees." But he was, wasn't he? Rippedsky could not shake the dread he now felt in the pit of his stomach. Despite the fact he had been born on the moors, and Windclan blood ran through his veins, the black and white tom had grown comfortable up among the branches, thanks to Webtail. So many cats in the clan still seemed to fall from the branches. They just had to be more careful. Besides, it was in their nature to soar through the trees and take down birds and squirrels. Even if he lacked the powerful hindlegs of a true Skyclan cat, he had taken on their nature and learned to adapt to his home here. This all just meant they would have to train harder in the future.
"We should get back to camp now. You've both done well. Cats' bellies will be satisfied tonight thanks to you." He sighed finally. Rippedsky leaped easily to the ground, landing balanced on all fours in the snow.
Mumblepaw trembled slightly as he picked his way down from the tree. His eyes were still widened from watching Blossompaw's near fall. After hearing his father speak, the little apprentice slowly made his way back to his catch to prepare to drag it to camp. Once he stood next to Blossompaw, he muttered through a mouthful of feathers, "A-are you okay?"
