@oceanix

Winds were wild like whirlwinds here, as if bated and teased by the nearby ocean to aggressive roars. In fact the ocean, the land, the wind, the very nature of this place was anxious and untapped energy of all things foreign and as yet untamed. Unlike the league's past home in the forest where trails had been bore into the Earth from generations of cats traversing it, where every inch of the ground had been beaten into place and curved and molded to fit the group's needs, this place had yet to be coaxed into succumbing to their domination, it had a fearsome life of its own that fought against being made to serve the newcomers who had claimed the isle. To the league's older members this war with the land they'd settled was at least a nuisance, if not an ever present peril. It made traveling this new terrain a thing of tension and unease. Yet for Givinchi-chan it was all he had ever known, and never knowing any alternative safety he had no fear of these "new" dangers.

The east wind grasped and yanked, seemed to tug the youngling back with two lukewarm hands while perfuming him with salt-water scents of the distant ocean. Yet it was pointless. Headstrong and insistent in reaching his destination, the sandy brown and cream bengal tom pushed forwards as if just further motivated by the resistance, his chartreuse eyes flashing with excitement and determination as he encroached ever nearer towards the badlands. Full of boundless and anxious energy he wanted to see and know everything, wanted to prove he could do it all and more. He was young enough to feel he was immortal and to believe that all impulses of his heart and spirit were worth dying for.