08-09-2018, 06:14 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]God, she loved climbing.
It was like flying - she jumped from branch to branch, her powerful legs working vigorously, automatically - she had done this for so long that it was as simple as walking. Better than walking, really. It made her happy, and no matter how tired she got she couldn't stop. If it got too bad, she'd just choose a branch, hook her claws in, and hang upside down to catch her breath. Stellamaris could remember racing with the monkeys in her old jungle home when she first learned how to climb as a kitten. "Whatta you doing out here, little kitty?" the capuchin monkey named Boomba had asked her. She had just meowed in his face. "Hey... you're one of those climbin' cat things! Too little to be out here alone, too. You wanna hang with us? My mom's cool - she has the best fruits."
Boomba had begged so hard to let her in. "Momma, she can keep up! She's a climbing cat! She's practically family!" she had been bigger than him even as an adolescent, so instead of picking her up and shoving her in his mom's face, he had itched behind her ears until she purred. "See? Harmless."
They had taught her everything. How to hook her claws into the wood, to take advantage of her back paws to climb down head-first. When she left, Boomba already had little monkeys clinging to his form. "You're too big to hang with us now, Stella. You gotta go. But come back if you need anything, y'know? We'll be here."
She missed having climbing buddies, admittedly; even if her friend was long gone and far older now, she could still imagine him beside her, still feel his young one's long digits digging into her back in an effort to hang on as she jumped through trees with them astride her.
Besides, all the cats she had met were either too big to climb or too small. All the smaller cats could do well enough, but they didn't have the ability that she had, and it got boring after a while to slow her pace down to match theirs.
"Almost... there," she was on the beach today, already having climbed all the way to the top of a coconut tree, right where it split down the middle to the broad leaves and coconut bunches. It wasn't hard to balance on the little space she had, leaning half of her weight down on one of the stems, and the other on dipping down to bat at the coconuts. "There!" she kicked out one of her back legs, sending a few of the fruits tumbling downwards. "That was eas- shit-" from underneath her, one of the coconuts fell just as she had moved forward. She would've went falling down if she hadn't slammed her paws into the tree trunk instinctively, and from there, she figured it would be in her best interests if she started shimmying down head-first before she actually fell.
It was like flying - she jumped from branch to branch, her powerful legs working vigorously, automatically - she had done this for so long that it was as simple as walking. Better than walking, really. It made her happy, and no matter how tired she got she couldn't stop. If it got too bad, she'd just choose a branch, hook her claws in, and hang upside down to catch her breath. Stellamaris could remember racing with the monkeys in her old jungle home when she first learned how to climb as a kitten. "Whatta you doing out here, little kitty?" the capuchin monkey named Boomba had asked her. She had just meowed in his face. "Hey... you're one of those climbin' cat things! Too little to be out here alone, too. You wanna hang with us? My mom's cool - she has the best fruits."
Boomba had begged so hard to let her in. "Momma, she can keep up! She's a climbing cat! She's practically family!" she had been bigger than him even as an adolescent, so instead of picking her up and shoving her in his mom's face, he had itched behind her ears until she purred. "See? Harmless."
They had taught her everything. How to hook her claws into the wood, to take advantage of her back paws to climb down head-first. When she left, Boomba already had little monkeys clinging to his form. "You're too big to hang with us now, Stella. You gotta go. But come back if you need anything, y'know? We'll be here."
She missed having climbing buddies, admittedly; even if her friend was long gone and far older now, she could still imagine him beside her, still feel his young one's long digits digging into her back in an effort to hang on as she jumped through trees with them astride her.
Besides, all the cats she had met were either too big to climb or too small. All the smaller cats could do well enough, but they didn't have the ability that she had, and it got boring after a while to slow her pace down to match theirs.
"Almost... there," she was on the beach today, already having climbed all the way to the top of a coconut tree, right where it split down the middle to the broad leaves and coconut bunches. It wasn't hard to balance on the little space she had, leaning half of her weight down on one of the stems, and the other on dipping down to bat at the coconuts. "There!" she kicked out one of her back legs, sending a few of the fruits tumbling downwards. "That was eas- shit-" from underneath her, one of the coconuts fell just as she had moved forward. She would've went falling down if she hadn't slammed her paws into the tree trunk instinctively, and from there, she figured it would be in her best interests if she started shimmying down head-first before she actually fell.