I'LL EAT YOU WHOLE | open, climbing & coconuts

[jericho]

Climbing is hardly something Jericho has ever considered — he was young when he lost his sight and his hind leg, and after that just navigating what's in front of him has kept him busy enough, nevermind all that lies above.  The again, he's not sure that, disabilities aside, it's something he'd be interested in anyhow.  Jericho is hardly the adventurous type; he's plenty happy to go through his life day by day, visiting his garden and sitting on the beach and being perfectly boring in the best way possible.  The most daring the ginger tabby gets is just leaving Sunhaven's territory (which, for someone as sightless and weak as himself, could certainly be a bold choice).  Given that he's such a worry-wart, hobbies as dangerous as climbing aren't among his favorites — the tom would certainly prefer sticking to horticulture, with his feet steadily on the ground and his paws buried in the soft soil.

He's on the way back from his daily greenhouse trip, sand shuffling underpaw witch each step against the backdrop of the waves lapping gently at the shores.  The sea is calm today, the air balmy and pleasant.  The Helion thinks of going back into town and perhaps tending to his shop or mingling with his clanmates, but the further he paces lopsidedly down the shore his parted jaws catch the scent of two familiar creatures.  The summer breeze carries with it a quiet exclamation and words exchanged, and out of curiosity the male himself feels his paws automatically bringing himself over.  It's only as he arrives, white-tipped paws crunching in the rough particles below, coming to a hesitant stop besides Monroe that he realizes that Stella is above him, not in front.  The thought is a rather alarming one to Jericho, who calls out with a doubtful, "Ah... a-are you alright up there?"  His head tilts up to better listen to her, ears angled forth until his attention momentarily turns to Monroe.  It seems that the shark-like Hearthkeeper isn't terribly concerned.  Jericho chews upon his lower lip lightly, brows upturned with slight concerned.  Goodness, he hopes the clouded leopardess knows what she's doing up there.  "Just — j-just be careful, please!" the Havener adds with an anxious shuffle of his paws in the sand, forcing his shoulders to relax despite the apprehensiveness that edges his tone.