LATELY I'M FEELING LIKE A BIG BANG }} o, wings grow

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If he had wings he imagined Greymatter would have had some kind of heart attack by now, given his penchant for running amok and getting lost on just his own four limbs. Mudkit had just woken up himself, yawning with his pink tongue rolling out and his tail curling into an 'S' at his back as he rose to his paws. A flurry of motion and excitement had him looking sharply to the den exit and he spotted the striped tail vanish around the corner quickly enough to pinpoint who it was. Pastelcub! His cousin, he supposed was the word? And Half siblings though that was not something he was aware of.
In quick bounds he went running along after her, curious as to what set her fleeing the den so quickly; but once he stepped out into the camp she'd vanished.
Mudkit blinked, both mismatched eyes narrowing in confusion as he looked around. She couldn't have gotten too far, so where had she gone? It was almost like she had simply vanished-or so he thought, until his eyes landed on the pink wings folded over someone standing off to the side. Having been looking for the tiny winged tiger he hadn't though twice on seeing those. But it was soon clear this was her.
OH!
To be able to have wings and fly-he'd love to more than anything and he raced circles around the tiger cub, "Pasty! Your wings got big! Can you fly with those?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]^{Watching from afar, trying not to give away the fact that - out of all the things he'd end his life for, it was probably the innocence of children - Permafrost rose a brow at the excited cub and the enthusiastic Mudkit. "Well would you look at that." He hums, standing up and prowling closer. He investigated Pastelcub lightly, making sure there was no damage or blood. Half of him hoped her wings had just grown like that of any other baby bird. Downy feathers turning into aerial feathers and all that.}

^{He vaguely remembered when he could not control the mutation of wings for this body, his angelic being pushing them out roughly. They had sprouted from his shoulders, spurting blood and shining bone, meat and tendons collecting on them harshly as feathers grew in. He hadn't been able to walk for a few days after that as he recuperated.}

^{"You might be able to hover if you flap hard enough." The former commander hums, a purr in his throat as he sits down.}

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Huh, well, congratulations, Pas." Nighttales would sport a hum towards Whitegold's enthusiastic child, as they pranced around due to their newfound growth-spurt in wingspan. Night had never attained wings, though he didn't quite believe that flying would be his sort of thing, anyway. He preferred to remain well-grounded - in case it ever decided to swallow him up, eventually. Nah, not really; that was more of a joke, that nobody would likely get. "Just don't do anything dangerous whilst trying to fly, alright?" He didn't want the child to be leaping off of roofs, like the incident that Shoyo had initially planned out.

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; text-align: justify; width: 320px;]^{Permafrost laughed, although it was in good nature. "Good first attempt." Praised the servaline as he strode closer to the cub. With a low, rumbling hum, he outstretches his massive wingspan in a gesture. "For quadruped creatures like us, we need to balance on our back legs briefly to get a good take off." He says, leaning back slightly on his haunches as his wings flapped lightly. "Then, just like jumping, we leap and our wings carry us."}

^{He takes one bound forward, his wings coming down hard to catch the current of the breeze. Content now that he was two or so feet off the ground, he rotated to look back at Pastelcub. "Eventually, flying will be as easy as walking to you."}