Ebonystorm frowned up at the sky, or rather where it should be. Instead, hundreds of leaves and branches blocked it from the tom's view. He'd know what it would entail when he and Sunheart joined Skyclan. He never thought it would bother him so much. So what is he couldn't see the sky? It wasn't cramped or closterphobic as others had lead him to believe, but it didn't have obstacles.
He never considered himself to fit the 'Windclan cats love to run' stereotype, but with all the trees it was hard not to trip over Starclan-forsaken roots. Not to mention climbing! He was certainly not a small tom, and not built for climbing trees. His fur got snagged or he struggled to keep his balance. Sometimes he just got stuck, which was embarrassing. Sunheart always had to show him the way up- or down.
The birds were fustrating as well. Sure, he had had plenty of birds in his lifetime, Windclan ate them too. Sure he had caught more than he cared to remember. But never had he had to eat them for every