Climbing the tree (o)

Ivypaw spent a few minutes near the owl tree. He was feeling adventurous and bored. At first, he wanted to see how many meows it would take for the owl to come out of the small hole in the tree. But that would get himself hurt, and he didn’t want to spend a quarter moon locked in the medicine den. "A-ha!" he unsheathed his claws and scraped the tree, marking it. This would be forever engraved in it for moons and moons, but that wasn’t what he was aiming for. He knew what to do. After spacing himself from the tree, he quickly ran up it and managed to climb on top of the lowest branch, and even that felt fox lengths above the ground. He saw a higher branch, and with the same technique, he managed to climb on top of it. It felt a bit wobbly, but it held his weight. He looked down. Now he was way higher from the ground. This was a fun game after all.