Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-24740423-20141209022037

Starlingkit trotted quietly across the clearing to a tall tree, glancing around every few heartbeats to make sure no one was near. The grey-brown tom stopped at the tree's base and stared up at the tree, his eyes wide.

Wordlessly he scrabbled for a clawhold in the bark and started to attempt to climb, reaching for a pawhold every time he tried to advance.