Post by Wildheart on Jul 15, 2009 6:46:17 GMT -5
Gambitpaw looked immensely pleased with himself. The handsome young apprentice turned to lok over his shoulder to see where Wildpaw was, only to have the longhaired cream and white she-cat launch herself right over his back with a roar of laughter. Landing easily in the sand bordering the fort, she swung to face him and wiggled her whiskers impudently. "Getting slow there, you young rip!" She teased, quoting the favourite saying of one of the Senior Warriors. Gambitpaw snorted lightly. Three moons Wildpaw's younger, he was already taller than he was, though she was far heavier in build, like the traditional Rootclan cat, and could easily beat him in a wrestle. He was however, far more agile with his lean build and he knew it. "Race you to the top!" He challenged, and launched himself at a rope netting leading to the fort's upper level. Wildpaw hissed playfully and leaped for a rounded wooden pillar, hauling herself up steadily, trying to beat him to the top.
((OOC| Feel free to have any apprentices join them in!))
((OOC| Feel free to have any apprentices join them in!))
