Hopping across the boxes, Rabbit didn't notice the small creature sitting on the other side of the stacks. He continued to leap from one to the other, up, down, to the sides. He found quite a large gap, and, deciding to try his luck, gave a short running start and pushed off with all his power from the crate. Moving closer, he noticed he was starting to fall, and knew he wasn't going to make it. Swearing mentally, he attempted to twist his body to the side, and aim for something nearer, but failed. Instead, he crashed into the side of the box he was aiming for, and tumbled down to a box several meters below him.
If the Pycon had dropped from that height normally, or hadn't been moving so fast, he could have rolled and pulled it off without too much trouble. Sadly, this was not one of those situations, so he landed heavily. It was a hard blow, and it hurt quite a bit, and the worst part was that Rabbit could feel his back squish slightly under the impact. The feeling was strange and annoying, and it just made him feel worse about his failure. He shoved himself back up, grumbling quietly, then quickly resumed his natural shape. That had not been fun...
The clay creature hopped over to the opposite side of the stacks, looking for more challenges. He hopped from box to box, picking some of the easier jumps to complete. Rabbit also tried to move himself upward on the stacks, but was having a hard time, since the only ones that were tall here were much too high for him to reach. He sighed, and decided to try his hand at climbing, something he wasn't quite sure he was good at.
Finding a pair of tall boxes, with a small ledge that was in his reach, he leaped straight up, and grabbed onto it with his fore paws. He attempted to lift himself up, but lacked the grip and tumbled back down to the original crate. The Pycon glared at his paws, shaping them to be more flat, and able to cling to corners. He repeated the jumping action, forcing himself off the ground and grabbed the ledge again. This time, his paws held on, and he lifted himself up. His little arms were strong from using his whip, but this was a different kind of movement. It took a lot of effort and time to finally be able to lift one of his hind paws up onto the crate. He stood up... then fell. The ledge had been too thin for his body to rest on, so he had been literally pushing himself off.
So apparently climbing wasn't his thing... that was annoying. He leaped upwards and forwards, finding a slightly higher spot, then suddenly saw something. It looked like a little clay ball... with tentacles. That was slowly inching it's way up a set of boxes. Huh... was it another Pycon? He'd never encountered one in Nyka before, and only knew some from his childhood. It had been a while since he'd seen another of his kind, and stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what to do about this new appearance.