laughing ;; bird watching

[abyssjaw]

AbyssJaw was not usually one for bird-watching. He was more of a fan of bird-catching. He was quick and quiet enough to be able to sneak around and catch them, but climbing trees was not one of his biggest strengths. He could smell VixenFrost nearby, mouth parted as he slunk underneath the tree she was up in. Her scent disappeared, and he looked behind him, confused, before slowly craning his neck up to see the she-cat up in the tree.

Quietly, the tom scoffed in disbelief. He didn't want to climb the tree, but he also knew he had no other choice if he wanted to see what she was up to. Maybe he could practice climbing trees quieter. His claws dug into the earth and he jumped up onto the trunk, catching himself and beginning to practically slither up the wood rather loudly. He wasn't the quietest climber. He winced every time he pulled his claws out of the wood and bark broke off and fell to the ground. There was no way that VixenFrost hadn't heard any of his clambering.

AbyssJaw finally reached the branch that the molly was on and he hopped onto it, digging his claws into the wood to stabilize himself. He looked down at her and crouched, then looked back at what she had been watching. Birds. AbyssJaw tilted his head a little, watching these birds as well, before his whiskers twitched.

"I hope you aren't planning on leaping off to catch those." He readjusted his paws, this time relaxing a little more.

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ARE GETTIN' LOW

tom - soon to-be shadowclan - attack in RED

#psy.