ROEFLAME — break the air to feel the fall.
She is back in the trees, albeit sticking to only the lowest branch as she practices her balancing.
Green-leaf is practically here, easily caught by the warmth in the breeze and the almost luminescent green of her forest homes foliage.
She finds herself grateful for the branches shade, protecting her from the sun boring down on her back as she puts one paw directly in front of the next, her focus almost unwavering.
almost.
The soft rustling from the ground below catching her ever-wandering attention.
She knows the black pelt that sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the undergrowth within a heartbeat. Her maw excitedly parts to call out to him- yet nothing comes out, a better idea sparking in her mind.
She shuffles into herself, making her appearance almost invisible against the trees golden-lit bark.
She’s only a fox-length or so above her oblivious friend, so hopefully her little stunt wouldn’t be sending them both to Berryhearts den.
Just as Burnpaw is about to pass under her branch, she springs.
She’d attempt to land square on his shoulders, her weight only coming down just hard enough to knock him off balance. As they’d tumble down, she’d aim to hop away before she could risk catching the toms claws.
"Boo!" She’d coo, a triumphant smile blatant on pale features. "Did I scare ya?" She’d then hum after a moment- hoping she hadn’t ruffled too many feathers- it had been far too long that Burnpaw had been able to live in Roe-free peace.
@BURNPAW !
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She is back in the trees, albeit sticking to only the lowest branch as she practices her balancing.
Green-leaf is practically here, easily caught by the warmth in the breeze and the almost luminescent green of her forest homes foliage.
She finds herself grateful for the branches shade, protecting her from the sun boring down on her back as she puts one paw directly in front of the next, her focus almost unwavering.
almost.
The soft rustling from the ground below catching her ever-wandering attention.
She knows the black pelt that sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the undergrowth within a heartbeat. Her maw excitedly parts to call out to him- yet nothing comes out, a better idea sparking in her mind.
She shuffles into herself, making her appearance almost invisible against the trees golden-lit bark.
She’s only a fox-length or so above her oblivious friend, so hopefully her little stunt wouldn’t be sending them both to Berryhearts den.
Just as Burnpaw is about to pass under her branch, she springs.
She’d attempt to land square on his shoulders, her weight only coming down just hard enough to knock him off balance. As they’d tumble down, she’d aim to hop away before she could risk catching the toms claws.
"Boo!" She’d coo, a triumphant smile blatant on pale features. "Did I scare ya?" She’d then hum after a moment- hoping she hadn’t ruffled too many feathers- it had been far too long that Burnpaw had been able to live in Roe-free peace.
@BURNPAW !
"speech"
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