06-12-2021, 05:29 PM
sickle
Sickle is just about to catch her prey when a squawk has her jolting upright and out of sleep. Her shifting settles into her natural form for a heartbeat until Malik pounces on her and then she is a dark iridescent blue panther that tussles with him with a loud laugh, forgetting her dream instantly in favour of this game.
She is inhaling a deep breath to do a roar of her own in his ear when a bone cage drops around the pair. She shoves at Malik playfully, delighted by this evolving game - wondering if he had been sent in as a spy to distract her. Sickle paces the cage like she thinks a predator might, mock-hissing at their mom when she emerges speaking to Malou about fruit thieves and what should be done about them. It would be easy, she thinks, to shift into something small enough to slip through the bars but that wouldn’t be very good fun.
At least not without her favourite partner in crime.
It is difficult not to giggle when Wishbone lowers her head to the cage and Sickle only mostly succeeds in suppressing the impulse as she snaps her kitten teeth without leaning forward towards the bars at all. Her mismatched eyes dance as they look to Malik. In her excitement, her iridescent coat ripples with the patterns of different animals, her shifting unsettled and eager. She false-whispers the beginning of a plan to him, knowing full well it’ll be overheard. “I bet we can take ‘em. What do you say we bust outta here and fight - then that fruit tree will be all ours.”
She is inhaling a deep breath to do a roar of her own in his ear when a bone cage drops around the pair. She shoves at Malik playfully, delighted by this evolving game - wondering if he had been sent in as a spy to distract her. Sickle paces the cage like she thinks a predator might, mock-hissing at their mom when she emerges speaking to Malou about fruit thieves and what should be done about them. It would be easy, she thinks, to shift into something small enough to slip through the bars but that wouldn’t be very good fun.
At least not without her favourite partner in crime.
It is difficult not to giggle when Wishbone lowers her head to the cage and Sickle only mostly succeeds in suppressing the impulse as she snaps her kitten teeth without leaning forward towards the bars at all. Her mismatched eyes dance as they look to Malik. In her excitement, her iridescent coat ripples with the patterns of different animals, her shifting unsettled and eager. She false-whispers the beginning of a plan to him, knowing full well it’ll be overheard. “I bet we can take ‘em. What do you say we bust outta here and fight - then that fruit tree will be all ours.”
@[Malik]