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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 14px;][justify][sub]palmer was feeling productive today. he didn't know exactly what triggered the urge to do something new - must've been a dream or something. the kitten slipped away from the npc in the nursery that was taking care of him and took in a breath of fresh air as he stepped into the bright sunny day. it was slightly windy, but that only gave him an idea. palmer looked around for the nearest tree he could find, which wasn't all that far off from where he was.


    he padded up to it and stood on it's roots, reaching and stretching his tiny white paws for the lowest branch. he just needed a stick, but wasn't able to reach it. he sat back and pouted for a moment, before trying from a different angle. no use.

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    It was only slightly windy but it was enough to get the long-furred Wysteriapaw looking like a tangled mess. They practically wrestled with their own fur, trying to smooth it down with furious yet unsuccessful licks. It stuck straight up in defiance. Not even cat spit could wrangle it down it seemed.

    They pouted to themself about that for a while before the site of Palmer struggling with the tree nearby brought them out of their self-pity party. Wysteria stood up and bounded over, cocking her head to one side as they watched the efforts of the tiny kitten. "[b]Hey kid! Need some help there?[/b]"[hr][/fancypost]
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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]"Wh-What's wrong?" Tama would come to stand beside Wysteriapaw, cobalt optics rich in concern and curiosity, bleeding into one another. She wasn't sure as to what Palmer exactly wanted with the tree, but she would be willing to help, so long as it wasn't something dangerous.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 14px;][justify][sub]palmer almost jumped right out of his fur as he heard the voices and turned. his face lit right up as they appeared. this was great. now he would be able to do what he wanted to. yes! you can help, palmer meowed and stuck a white paw in the air, pointed directly at the tree. if one of you could um.. get a stick off that tree? pretty please? the furball asked, flashing the biggest smile he could. i'll tell you why, i just need one.

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    [size=8][color=#ECDBBC]Tama would offer him a smile paired with a gentle nod, deciding not to question him as she unfolded her wings and aimed to pull herself upwards and towards the branch, before fastening small paws around the twig and pulling as hard as she could.


    Upon enough wiggling around and the manipulation of the branch, she managed to twist it free, and presented it to Palmer with bliss.


    / mobile + REALLY RUSHED AND TIRED

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    Wysteria watched Tama retrieve the stick, wrinkling their nose. Wings! Who needed wings! They could do better than that! "[b]Sure, that one's cool and all but watch this![/b]" the overly-competitive feline said with a huff as they unsheathed their claws and started to shimmy their way up the tree trunk. "[b]It's really not that hard to climb, I do it all the time so I'm basically an expert.[/b]"

    That was totally a lie. They'd never climbed a tree in their life. But how hard could it be, right?[hr][/fancypost]
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    The cream tabby was rather curious as to why his son needed a stick. What would he plan on doing it? The first thing that came to mind was using it as an arm for a snowman if there was any snow to be seen. Or use it to draw something in the dirt so he didn't get any stuck under his claws. "What do ya have in mind, kiddo?" Showpaw inquired as he padded over, aiming to ruffle the fur atop the boy's head as gently as possible.


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    "Hm?" Arty said as she tilted her head and looked at Palmer. "Whatcha do you plan on doing?" She asked as she tilted her head and looked at him.




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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 14px;][justify][sub]oou, thank you! he meowed to tama as she gave him the stick, and then watched as wysteriapaw wriggled up the tree. she looked like she was having a bit of trouble, if you asked him. th-this one is okay, palmer meowed hesitantly. you don't have to, shaking his head and turning now to his dad and artemis, the smile quickly reappeared on his maw. i-i don't know how to explain it! he paused and looked around excitedly.


    a piece of cloth conveniently rolled by in the near distance, and palmer's face lit up with excitement. he was originally going to use a leaf, but this looked better. scampering off and unsheathing his yet-to-be-hardened claws, palmer pounced onto the cloth. he turned on his heels and back where he was in an instant (well, what seemed like an instant to him, he was actually just wobbling over and grabbing the strip of fabric and wobbling back), dropping the cloth.


    the kitten took the stick in his tiny jaws and pressed around the ground for a soft spot. he then thought he found one, stuck the stick in straight up, and made sure it was secure. it was then that he took the cloth at one end, and stuck it in the stick, once in the bottom corner and pulled it down to pierce it again at the top corner. the cloth was thin enough that it waved and flapped in the wind. palmer had made a flag, but he didn't even know what it was. taa-daa! he thought it looked cool though, so he plopped down with an accomplished smile and admired his work.

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    At the kit's insistence, Wys slid back down from the tree with a huff. Their brief annoyance turned to curiosity as they watched Palmer go after the flag, bringing it back and fashioning the two items together into a flag. "[b]Hey, that's actually pretty cool,[/b]" the feline replied. "[b]Maybe you could, like, use paints and stuff to make a design on it. Y'know, make it extra pretty,[/b]" they suggested.[hr][/fancypost]
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