Crabpaw exited the warrior's den with and excited trot, looking forward to where the night's events might take him. Before getting too far, the tom's curious gaze fell on a kit, whose name he vaguely knew to be Webkit. She was dangling from a branch, tiny slender body stretched out as a consequence of gravity. He followed her blank stare, determining that either she was looking at nothing, or that he missed the point. Either way, he quickly chirped a question, "What are you doing?" Rising up onto his hindpaws, the ginger apprentice leaped to hook his paws over the branch, letting his weight lower it to the ground. A broad smile crossed his features as he added, "Here you go!" He'd already leaped back, not considering the consequences if she failed to let go.