10-10-2020, 05:06 PM
WATERFALLS COMING
OUT YOUR MOUTH,
WHAT THE HELL
ARE WE DOING NOW?
draconic feline . minnow . he/they
It seems his little one-man game had been discovered by another of his crewmates, hardly even noticing the bombay cat as he sorted through his pile of shells. Turning to gaze at Harland, there was still a slight smile on his muzzle, a sight that was rare to see on the kitten's face. "Yeah! Of course I can!" He exclaimed, as if it were a challenge. Jumping up from the spot he had been inhabiting for the past minute or so under the palm tree, the young Roux child would turn, pointing a paw towards the waves. "I think you have... you have better luck finding them right now. Cause' um... the low tide, exposes all the shells that are normally hidden under water!" That was what it was called, right? Low tide? He couldn't remember if that's what the adults referred to it as or not.
Tiny paws pitter pattering across the damp sand, he would scamper down to the spot where he had found the giant conch. "This is where I found Pearl- I mean! The big shell... under the sand here. It was kinda stuck in the sand so I dug it out! Sometimes, if you have uh, a good eye, you can spot the shells sparkling in the sand. That's how I found it." Finnegan would call, stuttering. He felt like he was repeating himself, but to be honest, he found his methods sort of hard to explain. Most of the time, he just sort of got lucky when the tide brought shells in, happening to stumble across them during his walks on the beach. Today was the first day he had ever strategically used low tide to find shells, and it seemed like the best time to go searching for them without having to dive under water or get your paws wet- for the most part.
Tiny paws pitter pattering across the damp sand, he would scamper down to the spot where he had found the giant conch. "This is where I found Pearl- I mean! The big shell... under the sand here. It was kinda stuck in the sand so I dug it out! Sometimes, if you have uh, a good eye, you can spot the shells sparkling in the sand. That's how I found it." Finnegan would call, stuttering. He felt like he was repeating himself, but to be honest, he found his methods sort of hard to explain. Most of the time, he just sort of got lucky when the tide brought shells in, happening to stumble across them during his walks on the beach. Today was the first day he had ever strategically used low tide to find shells, and it seemed like the best time to go searching for them without having to dive under water or get your paws wet- for the most part.
FINNEGAN F.M.R
i said, "better late than never, just don't make me wait forever"
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