leave out all the rest --- keona

[Keona.]

✯ — female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Keona exhaled sharply, eyes aglow.  A hawk.  That was really cool.  She wondered if her uncle Raziel, or her father could do it too.  Still beaming, she nodded quickly at his mention of staying the way he was.  She supposed, if she could shapeshift, she'd feel the same way.  Her little body, tiny as it was, was hers, and it'd been what she was born as and was used to.  She'd rather stay like this.

Keona shuffled her paws, waiting as he must have been thinking, shoulders dropping in relief when he decided to oblige.  The kitten was admittedly a little unused to being carried now.  It'd been some time since she had needed to be, since she had no trouble running all over the place on her own.  The lack of ground beneath her paws took her breath away for a split second, a fraction of panic dancing in her eyes before fizzling out like a flame.

She was not hanging, she was being carried.  By her uncle.  Who would not drop her.  Indeed, she grinned quite happily when he set her down, and was rushing forward once more without a second thought.  Her paws only skidded when she reached the colosseum's entrance, knowing without seeing she was about to enter a rather large space.

Keona could feel the sun again here, and hear the tropical bird calls.  She wandered into the arena slowly, ears perked as she focused on every sound, tail curling up curiously.  "How big, Uncail?" She inquired lightly, head tilting.

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