- Jun 7, 2022
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He’s been practicing his swimming and his fishing lately, two tasks that require him to make use of his front legs and shoulders. He’s never been particularly strong before, especially in his legs. Coast’s nickname is accurate—he has the legs of a baby deer, long and twig-thin and uncoordinated and ugly. But when he takes a closer look at his own legs, his shoulders, there’s significantly more there than he’s noticed before.
Upon returning to camp from his short fishing trip, the brown-furred tabby drops his catch—a totally average perch—onto the prey pile. It flops awkwardly against the fish that’s already there, and he has to slap a paw atop it to keep it from toppling to the dirt. A grin splits his maw when he turns just enough to spot someone else approaching the pile, probably to get something of their own to eat. He whirls around to face them and forgets entirely about his fish, which flops to the ground once he lets go of it. "Do you notice anything… different about me?" He’s practically bouncing on his paws, tilting his head toward the other feline.
Upon returning to camp from his short fishing trip, the brown-furred tabby drops his catch—a totally average perch—onto the prey pile. It flops awkwardly against the fish that’s already there, and he has to slap a paw atop it to keep it from toppling to the dirt. A grin splits his maw when he turns just enough to spot someone else approaching the pile, probably to get something of their own to eat. He whirls around to face them and forgets entirely about his fish, which flops to the ground once he lets go of it. "Do you notice anything… different about me?" He’s practically bouncing on his paws, tilting his head toward the other feline.
[ WHAT'S MY AGE AGAIN? ]