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His little claws managed to dig into the tree's bark, still a hint soft after a light shower and mist had passed through. It was good for practice, allowing the youngling to focus on his upper-body strength rather than just hanging on for dear life. It took a few attempts, giving a slighly abashed shake of himself every time he failed, but eventually the movement became more familiar, and Asura-chan found himself up on top of one of the lower branches. Gazing down at camp, looking above the average cat, it gave him a slight high, a feeling of importance larger than himself. A small, proud smirk wrapped across his muzzle. He felt like the king of the world.
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POSTEDNov 30, 2018 21:37:57 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The son of the shaman looked down at the tom from where he perched in a tree branch just slightly higher than the others. He sat here often, more often than he would anticipate. It wasn't that much of a spectacular feat to get to his position. There was a large rock that sat on the other side of the tree, and from that ledge, he could jump from tree branch to tree branch until he was there, comfortable in the cove of the tree.
"You did all of that work for nothing," he commented, his tail twitching. "There are much easier ways to complete that task."
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POSTEDDec 1, 2018 0:40:12 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Oh great. He had a real talent for running into bengal royalty that he would have liked to avoid at almost all costs. Something about their mere existence bruised his ego, and he hated playing just a slightly more submissive role trying to make sure he didn't face the repercussions that would come if he bruised theirs. He practically had to stop from rolling his eyes at the other youngling's appearance and comment, a scoff rising up in his throat that he barely managed to swallowed as his brain searched for words to put together that weren't a direct insult or command, but that pretty much clearly sent the direct message that the other cat and his opinions weren't wanted. At all.
"Oh. I didn't see you there. Anyways, I climbed up here because it was good for developing my muscles. I'm sure there's some other way, but unless it's as good of training it's not going to be my way." He hadn't noticed the rock, and maybe if he had he would have used it, and then would have been singing a very different tune. But he hadn't, and so he was now merely forcing his eyes not to narrow, and biting his tongue to not tell the other suckling that he was a pathetic and weak weird flower-raised creature who'd never become a real hunter because he'd sent his entire life playing around with leaves and seeds. It was almost sort of funny how just a pelt color was the difference between Asura-chan laying a string of insults on the tom, and him being bitterly polite. Almost, but not quite.