Foster gave a drawn-out wheeze as he hauled himself to the top of the stone steps, sprawling himself out upon the ground of the floating island. He lay there wearing a disgruntled expression, fighting to catch his breath. "Not.. a fun... climb," he mumbled, struggling up into a sitting position. "This better be worth the view." The young tom scooted himself around so that he was facing the edge of the island, gazing out at the expanse of land spread beneath him. His face lit up; he drew in a long breath, admiring the way that the light of the dusk-tinged sky bounced off the grand sea of trees far below him. Next to the forest, a glistening river flowed. "Yep. Definitely worth it," he concluded softly with a grin.
As Foster stood, the bell of the collar around his neck chimed. He was reminded of his people; they were looking for him, probably. He felt a little guilty about running away, but being trapped inside that house all day was practically torture. He was eager to carve out a life for himself in the great beyond, filled with adventuring and exploring and... stuff. The boy blinked icy blue eyes, debating on whether or not his brand new private floating island would be big enough for the fortress he planned on building.