04-01-2021, 08:57 PM
It was a beautiful day. Clear skies and nothing but blue. A day like this meant that Goldenkit was definitely not going to be inside. The young tom was roaming, making his way through the boardwalk at a light pace. He wanted to go and explore today and on his own. He figured that he was big enough and old enough, right? The idea made him excited and he lightly hopped down from the boardwalk and onto the soft sands. He normally came to the beach and it was one of his favorite places. Kind of relaxing and he turned his head a bit to look at the ocean waves from his pretty eye, the purple orbs bright. One day he would go swimming! Then he could show his siblings how good he was at it. But for now he was more drawn to the forest. He hadn't been there unless he was there with someone. Twice he believed he had visited the area. The trees that were thickly leaved. Tottering forward he felt as the shade engulfed him and he became hidden in the shadow of the trees.
He couldn't help the look of awe on his face as he looked up at the massive plants that toward so high above him. The two toned kit couldn't even fathom being able to climb such a thing. Tiny claws unsheathed as he walked up to one and he pressed a paw against the surface. Pressing light to see if it was squishy or not. Of course it wasn't but that was still exciting. Gently giggling he bounded around the tree, keeping his good eye on the trunk before a twinkle in the distance finally distracted him. With a quick step he changed his path and headed toward the sparkle, the sense of adventure and finding hidden treasure amassing.
A stone path his paws finally hit upon and he looked down, nose pressing against the stone as if he could smell the many paws that had come and gone through the ages. But in the back of his mind he never forgot that sparkle he saw, turning quickly to follow the path. This deep on the forest was darker and a bit quieter, yet the child was oblivious to the dangers that could possibly be in the forest. As he squirmed through a fallen wall he finally got close to the sparking object. It was covered with thin vines and weeds. A shimmering jewel, bright and deep blue in hue. With a light grunt Golden began to pull on it, and pull, and pull. It wouldn't budge. He wasn't strong enough so he tried to chew on the small vines. They began to snap one after the other till the child could see that the stone was set in something. At least he guessed it was something. Something black. "I can't want to show Mapa, Drayden, and my sibbies what I found!" He squeaked as he went to give the item another yank.
But a horrible noise stopped him. A sharp and piercing screech before a dark shadow fell over him. Large talons grabbed the thing. His treasure! "No!" The child screamed. He didn't know why he suddenly became so distressed and so desperate but he knew he couldn't let this bird take what rightfully belonged to him. But it was no simple bird, it was an eagle. As it grabbed the crown and pushed back to the skies Goldenkit latched onto the crown, hanging from the other end. His weight did nothing to stall the avian and it climbed higher with him. Another piercing scream and Golden screamed back. Leaves and branches smacked against him as they left the canopy. The kit trying to swipe at the bird's legs. "Stop it!" The child shouted before he looked down. They were so high up and still going. But he wanted this. He wanted his crown.
Suddenly a sharp pain went across his back and he screamed out. The beak cutting him. He felt the warmth down his back, fear mingling with his desperation. Finally it seemed something had had enough. Subconsciously dark clouds were forming, suddenly and almost vortexing around him and the eagle. Wind whipped him and the bird around like rag dolls. Electricity stretched across this single area of black clouds and then struck the eagle in sharp ferocity lighting up the sky like a beacon. The blow back knocked Goldenkit away, energy zipping through his body. He plummeted, barely keeping a hold of the crown and his own consciousness. The ocean was there to greet him but not with a harsh landing, the water seeming to come up to catch him. Then there was a silence, a holding of the air before the kit resurfaced upon the sands of the beach with the crown on his ear, completely knocked out.
