I BELIEVE I CAN FLY / p, goldie & rox

[charrie graveyard]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]The days were passing by a lot quicker than Connor originally anticipated. It felt as if he had just gotten here, but in reality, it had been almost a week. Today was Wednesday, that meant 5 days had passed. Hard to believe, really, but the tabby knew his math was correct. 5 days... and already he... felt sort of attached to this place. Perhaps it was a bug in his system, a glitch, but... he sort of liked it here. It was peaceful- for the most part. Sometimes it could be a little but much but, it was alright. However, deep down, Connor knew he would have to leave. He couldn't let himself get too emotionally involved, otherwise he would fail his mission. The male couldn't let that happen.

Walking along the beach in an attempt to clear his mind, Connor didn't flinch as the waves washed over his white paws, watching as they came in and were pulled back into the sea, bringing various creatures and seashells with them. It was hard not to accidentally step on a tiny crab or a broken shell, as he had already done it a few times this week, but he was slowly becoming more aware of the "dangers" lurking beneath his paws. As long as one watched where they were going, it was fairly easy to avoid getting cut open or punched. After a several minutes of walking along like this, Connor started to feel himself getting hot, having no choice but to retreat into the shade of a palm tree. Once there, he would lay down in the sand, a sigh escaping his muzzle. He knew what the consequence of laying here would be- sand would stick to his pelt and his paws and he would most likely be forced to bathe himself in a water fall just to get it all out, but it was worth it. For now, at least.

Turning his gaze to the sky now that he was settled, the tabby watched as some nearby seagulls squabbled over a beached hermit crab, chittering angrily at one another. It wasn't long before both of them took off, scared away by a much larger seagull who came in to claim the poor little creature as its meal. Ears flattening, Connor turned back to the small seagull pair instead, watching as they flew up high above the beach. How nice it must be to have the ability to fly... to see the world from way up high like that. It sometimes made him wonder- what would it be like if he had wings of his own?

[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member] [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] [member=20]spacexual[/member]

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