04-22-2020, 09:13 PM
"Is this gonna be enough...?"
The hybrid sighed as he collapsed in a small heap upon the ground. He had just finished designing and erecting a sign out of clay and dirt reading "Alan's birthday party". Truth be told, the young one was beyond anxious. "What if... what if nobody..."
He shook his head and stopped talking.All he knew was that he was now a year old. Though for most cats that would mark a turning point toward adulthood, the somewhat larger dog father of his skewed his development some months later. He knew he felt young, anyway -- he had only been in Tanglewood for a few days, but it seemed like almost everyone was utterly settled as he imagined adults were.
Gathering up his strength after resting on the grassy floor, Alan stood back up and climbed onto a nearby dirt chair. He had set up a stone table and quite a few identical chairs, as well as a small rocky arena for hide-and-seek, tag, or other games of the sort. Finally, on the table were sets of grey cookies piled high atop a pair of clay plates. The cookies themselves were a crude sort of soft clay cookie, a bit of sugar and sweet spices thrown in to give some flavor to their chocolate-esque texture. A large stone bowl of clean water sat in the center of the table for easy serving with a set of matching stone cups.
It took twenty minutes for the boy to finally get himself psyched up to speak. Picking up his medium-high voice in a yell, he called out,
"Hey Tanglers! Anyone want some birthday cookies? I made them myself, y'know!"
He doubted a single soul besides his feline father even knew who he was. Still, it was worth a shot... especially after having worked so hard.