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cottonkit.[/size][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#2A5774 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px]© funhouse.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#5CB7BF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#84D7C9 bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#ADD9CF bordercolor=transparent; border-bottom: 3px white solid; height: 10px; width: 400px][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white bordercolor=transparent; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; width: 400px][justify][font=georgia] [size=8]The child was determined to get it this time.
His flank steadying in the air, the sand cushioning his pads so cozily, and his crystal gaze locked on the smooth, tan bark of the tree; Cottonkit prepared to try once again. If he was to be unsuccessful? He'd try in a couple more minutes, after figuring out precisely what he'd done wrong the previous time. This round, he'd easily realized his little paw's grip wasn't nearly as good as he'd hoped, and that was what made him go tumbling to the ground. Luckily, no injuries or even little bruises. But he would take just one more try before resting.
Alabaster paws shot forward, ripe energy bursting him in a blur as he paused for a mere split moment and leaped with all the force musterable, fresh and clean silver claws like pine needles sprouting from their sheaths and injecting into the seemingly-polished bark of a palm tree. It was somewhat small, a youthful blossom of nature as he clambered up it best he could and tensed his claws into the smooth yet firm, tan bark, finding himself stiffly clinging onto the side of the young palm tree, a good distance up to where he couldn't easily get down but could still jump without consequence if needed.
Of course, the concentration distracted him only for a few seconds from the objective; but when he realized it, a mellowly excited spark lit his crystalline gaze. [b]"I did it!" Cottonkit chirped, a smile spreading across his soft muzzle as his tail began to sway, alabaster body holding tightly onto the side of the tree with a joyous beam kindling his features, his head craning a bit to see how high he'd gotten. Pretty tall, compared to the two moon old's little form. To an adult? Maybe 3/4 length from an average grown cat's body. Who cared, though? He did it! He finally climbed up the tree! Normally, his claws would've sheathed on him, or he'd be scared away from the height he planned to go. He'd usually fall, or slip, or do something to make him forcefully restart-- But not now! Cottonkit climbed up the tree, and his was damn proud as he leaned out ever so slightly to gaze back at the ship, planning to tell his mother and father all about his prideful achievement.
/so i get a muse burst and decide to spend it on cottonkit here <3
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