08-25-2020, 02:14 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]Think big thoughts. Those were the words given to him when he had told an NPC that he wanted to be big, like the rest of the group that surrounded him. Chickenbone wanted to help out where he could, and while he was small there wasn't much he could help out on. He couldn't hunt, he couldn't help bring back the food that was hunted, he couldn't fight. He felt useless.
So he was going to be thinking big thoughts.
And, eventually, the thinking of the big thoughts worked.
Slightly smaller than that of a domestic feline, the child grew from a squirrel to an adolescent andean mountain cat. Grey with black stripes and chocolate brown eyes, he looked relatively normal, except for the long tail behind him, prehensile and able to grab onto things, it held his small pirates hat and his chicken bone sword, for it no longer fit on his head and in his hands.
So he was going to be thinking big thoughts.
And, eventually, the thinking of the big thoughts worked.
Slightly smaller than that of a domestic feline, the child grew from a squirrel to an adolescent andean mountain cat. Grey with black stripes and chocolate brown eyes, he looked relatively normal, except for the long tail behind him, prehensile and able to grab onto things, it held his small pirates hat and his chicken bone sword, for it no longer fit on his head and in his hands.