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The ocelot awoke to the sound sound of birds singing their ballads and the feeling that he might've slept on his tail again. He raised his head lazily, looking to his tail and flicking it a little. Yep. He slept on it alright. He laid his head back down on the ground, let out a soft groan, and kept moving his tail around. Once that awful, static feeling disappeared from his tail, he finally rose. As if that feeling was keeping him from getting up and facing the day in the face.
He flicked his ear then rolled up, slowly raising up and getting to his paws. As soon as he did, he smacked his lips and leaned forward, stretching out groggily. He wiggles his toes, his nose and his ears, trying to get the sleeping, drowsy feelings from his muscles. Once his show was over, he paraded over to the light, squinting as his pupils contracted. He closed his eyes completely and attempted to open them. He slowly opened his brilliant emeralds, his pupils finally contracting to little slits.
He looked to the sky, his fur bristling a little as a short breeze blew against his pelt. He slowly blinked, keeping his eyes squinted afterward. Nightmares? Yes. plenty. Did he sleep much? not really. Did he still enjoy being out in the sun? Hell yeah, he did. Even though he wasn't much of a cat to go out and interact with others, he still enjoyed patrolling the territory and enjoying the weather; even if it feels like a tornado is about to hit.
Not much bugged him anymore. After being killed and being reincarnated so many times, he just sits back and watches everything happen. Thunderstorms, injuries, blood.. it's all the same to him. They don't bother him.
// I know, lame, but it's what I could shake out of me.
