[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px;][justify]★ ★ ★ [size=3pt]--[/size] It had been a while since Pastel had tried to fly, she found it a lot harder than what everyone said it would be. A lot of her energy had to be put in for just a simple flight, and she didn't know why.
But she wasn't about to give up on her wings just yet, nope. Pastelcub might be easily frustrated but she wasn't a quitter (or so she liked to think)!
And so there the little winged tiger was, standing at the edge of a cliff at biome six. The surroundings were quiet and there wasn't much noise other than the occasional cry of a bird of prey or rocks crumbling down a slope. It was quite unnerving for the young Colouredclanner, but she told herself that she had to swallow her fear and get over it. If I ever want to fly like Whitegold or Permafrost, I've got to start here! Pastelcub thought to herself, trying her hardest not to look down.
Pasty looked out across the land, her paws slightly hanging off the edge of the cliff. She was in the perfect spot for this. Not more than ten feet ahead of the cub was another pillar of earth jutting out of the ground, foliage covering the top. Pastel knew that it wouldn't take much to get over there and back and now the cub was ready.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She backed up to a point where she could run, jump off and begin her flight. "It's now or never, Pasty..." The Siberian tiger cub told herself.
Pastelcub broke into a run and charged towards the edge of the cliff, once she reached it she didn't hesitate to jump and start to beat her wings in the air as hard as she could.
Her creamy yellow eyes opened to see herself hovering in the air. She was quite lopsided and had to keep shifting her balance between herself, but the cub was overjoyed. It's not over yet, Pastelcub growled to herself before trying to push the air behind her to get forward.
Pastel was about halfway there and she continued to fly until she was out of breath. Come on, Pasty, you can't give up! She thought to herself before putting in one last ditch effort to get to the other side.
Within good timing, the Siberian found herself on the other side, exhausted. "I made it!" She gasped between little pants. Pastelcub tugged at the ribbon around her neck while combing back her fur that had been ruffled in the flight. That was soo worth it.. She thought to herself before taking a seat and looking out across the land. "It's amazing," Pasty breathed, gazing out across the biome.
Her first real flight and getting to see more of the territory. What a great day! [size=1pt]spacehere[/size][hr]
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