open [★] and as the clouds roll by

[Keona.]

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

Keona very nearly jumped out of her skin.  She had not heard the canine's approach.  Briefly her ears flicked back.  She did not appreciate feeling like someone had snuck up on her, though she supposed they had not meant to.  Not in this case, anyhow, but one had to be weary.  Even she liked to play tricks on others, though it was mostly her father, and sneaking up on someone was a trick, in her book, one she had not quite mastered yet. 

She frowned, tail flicking to and fro, low enough to gloss over the sand.  What made a shell pretty?  She imagined, for others - however foreign the concept was - the colors. Nothing had a pretty touch.  They might feel nice, smooth, or unique, but the feeling was not something pretty.  Only sound truly applied to her concept of the word.  Someone might have a pretty voice, or a bird might have a pretty song.  Still.  If this crewmate thought the nearby shell was pretty, maybe she'd like to have it when Keona was done.  Placing a paw left, she tracked down the shell like prey, then brought it back to her basket.  "Wou you li that one, miss? When I'm done?"

As far as pinching crustaceans went, Keona was weary.  Only because of one crab managing to latch onto her paw once, but she had been more worried about the crab afterwards, since she didn't know where it landed.  "Tha you. Didn't hurt him, right?" The lesson learned from that first encounter afterall, was to simply avoid getting too close to the defensive little creatures. Granted she imagined there were plenty of greater size, especially in comparison to a tiny rusty spotted cat.

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