- Jul 17, 2024
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Come...come...up and up...up. A warm, Greenleaf breeze dancing through the limbs of pine trees beckons Kite upwards, where the whispering breeze is strongest and calls loudest. The pine trees, they've been calling to them for a long time. No trees are as tall as Skyclan's, not in the Twolegplace. They've sat outside that border, imagining themself flying up the trunk with nettles whipping their face, a sting Kite would relish in. Climbing, a skill done Kite exceeded at in the cityscape, but would Kite excel with the pressures of their clan mates pressing in on them, Kite aches to know. The trees call to them and Kite must answer.
Kite pads through a foreign forest, trailing besides Eggbounce. It's been an adjustment to say the least, to clan life. Florabreeze may very well be their only friend and Kite is unsure what to think of Eggbounce... the tom is unfamiliar, to say the least, and the concept of friends is as foreign a concept as the territory they're patrolling. It's their first time on a formal patrol. A border patrol with their mentor and Florabreeze along with unfamiliar faces-- yet to be connected with names-- that trailed back to camp, stopping ever so often at traces of prey scent but to no avail. The familiar song from above: Up, up, up.... Kite must heed this call soon.
Kite's paws fail to move further, the itch is irresistible now. "Eggbounce," Kite calls to the tom, head cocking slightly as they catch his attention. "I'm going to climb." Not a question, not an invitation for anyone to join them, it is a matter of fact. Frenzied eyes flicker to Florabreeze and Kite wags their tail at her-- just as Kite had seen Florabreeze do that one time-- before Kite tears away to the circle the trunk a pine, ears excitedly pressed to their small head.
They skitter away several tail lengths before launching full speed. Hindquarters bunch, launching Kite upwards... their back extends as do forearms. In one swift movement-- well practiced and honed-- Kite is clinging onto the bark of a pine tree, climbing upwards swiftly. They're powered by a muscular frame, hindlegs perfectly built for a warrior of Skyclan. Kite is in their element, a shadow ascending up...up...up.
It's the first time Kite has been able to show any inclination to this lifestyle, apart from their hardened exterior. A low-hanging limb, spotted in Kite's peripheral. They adjust accordingly and in just a few moments Kite digs into the bark and grabs hold of the branch, balancing on the narrow branch. "How'd I do?" Kite shouts down from their perch, it is a wonder their soft voice is not stolen from the breeze and the felines below can hear her call. Eyes shut, Kite inhales the freshest air they've ever breathed, maw parting to gulp it in. I could... get used to this... The tabby's dark eyelids flutter open and with a dismayed frown, Kite begins their descent. They slide down several lengths before twisting and pushing away from the trunk, landing with a thump.
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Kite pads through a foreign forest, trailing besides Eggbounce. It's been an adjustment to say the least, to clan life. Florabreeze may very well be their only friend and Kite is unsure what to think of Eggbounce... the tom is unfamiliar, to say the least, and the concept of friends is as foreign a concept as the territory they're patrolling. It's their first time on a formal patrol. A border patrol with their mentor and Florabreeze along with unfamiliar faces-- yet to be connected with names-- that trailed back to camp, stopping ever so often at traces of prey scent but to no avail. The familiar song from above: Up, up, up.... Kite must heed this call soon.
Kite's paws fail to move further, the itch is irresistible now. "Eggbounce," Kite calls to the tom, head cocking slightly as they catch his attention. "I'm going to climb." Not a question, not an invitation for anyone to join them, it is a matter of fact. Frenzied eyes flicker to Florabreeze and Kite wags their tail at her-- just as Kite had seen Florabreeze do that one time-- before Kite tears away to the circle the trunk a pine, ears excitedly pressed to their small head.
They skitter away several tail lengths before launching full speed. Hindquarters bunch, launching Kite upwards... their back extends as do forearms. In one swift movement-- well practiced and honed-- Kite is clinging onto the bark of a pine tree, climbing upwards swiftly. They're powered by a muscular frame, hindlegs perfectly built for a warrior of Skyclan. Kite is in their element, a shadow ascending up...up...up.
It's the first time Kite has been able to show any inclination to this lifestyle, apart from their hardened exterior. A low-hanging limb, spotted in Kite's peripheral. They adjust accordingly and in just a few moments Kite digs into the bark and grabs hold of the branch, balancing on the narrow branch. "How'd I do?" Kite shouts down from their perch, it is a wonder their soft voice is not stolen from the breeze and the felines below can hear her call. Eyes shut, Kite inhales the freshest air they've ever breathed, maw parting to gulp it in. I could... get used to this... The tabby's dark eyelids flutter open and with a dismayed frown, Kite begins their descent. They slide down several lengths before twisting and pushing away from the trunk, landing with a thump.
- @Eggbounce. and @Florabreeze // No need to wait for them!!
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— black tabby with a slim physique and compact muscles, tags
— 38, ages every 21st
— they/them or she/her
— bisexual
— wary to trust
— speech
— peaceful powerplay allowed