it grew louder and louder ._. tightrope

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

[sunsetkisses]

★

★

★

★

The Survivor was, in so many words, one interesting creature. Feline-like enough to not cause any red flags to raise in Sunset's mind, but still strange in every other sense. A slug almost, that was what she was reminded of beyond the cat-ish aspects of their appearance. And as if that wasn't enough as it was, they always had little tricks up their sleeves to further the idea that they weren't from around here, or at least, they were just strange. Like, there was the attempt at fishing, and all the strange things they said and talked about, and now this?

She needed a drink after another successful hunting trip, that's what she was after when she happened to notice the ivory colored creature wiggling along a rope of their own making, blinking olive greens at the sight with no words immediately being formed. Silence, a concept foreign to her. Her brow raised in amusement and confusion, tilting her head. "Wh...what are you doing, Slugger? Practicing balance?" Sunset called from the other side, tapping her front paws on the solid surface beneath her.

[b]

[KASPER NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]I'VE HAD ENOUGH, THERE'S A VOICE IN MY HEAD ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Even from Kasper's brief meeting with the slugcat, he had to agree that The Survivor was one strange feline. They often talked about stuff that not even his clanmates understood and spouted nonsense. Drayden had also mentioned before that The Survivor liked to talk about selling pearls or something like that. Kasper was too young to really hunt, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the beach. He ran along at the water's edge, enjoying the splashes that hit his fur as he ran, up until he came across The Survivor and Sunsetpaw. The slimecat was dangling on something and trying to balance, and Kasper skidded to a halt beside Sunsetpaw. "How are you doing that?" He asked, kind of in awe at the balance the strange feline had.[glow=white,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[SÉAMUS]

[align=center]

☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

The Irishman did not often view others as strange, although he knew when someone was not among the norm.  It came with the long life span of a faerie to simply grow accustomed to a wide manner of things, regardless of how truly normal they were.

While Seamus acknowledged the Survivor did not act nor speak like the other Palm Gladers, he hardly thought much of it.  It made the day more interesting, really, to spot the other doing something unique.  Is that a tightrope?

The pirate's whiskers twitched as he padded over.  "Lookin good up there," the small wildcat called in encouragement.

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

[KASPER NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]I'VE HAD ENOUGH, THERE'S A VOICE IN MY HEAD ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Used to be able to do that on back legs? Kasper didn't understand the reasoning behind that or why someone would want to stand on their hind legs. It makes them taller, maybe? But it mostly confused the orange-and-white kitten, knowing he's tried to before and, well... quickly fell on his face. Séamus then came over and complimented The Survivor, seemingly encouraging them, with the slugcat getting up on their tightrope and doing a backflip. Kasper flattened his ears, expecting The Survivor to miss the rope and fall back on the sand beneath them - but it never came. The mutated cat succeeded in their attempt, albeit a bit slobby (not that Kas would know). Kasper's ears went back to normal, his eyes wide as he exclaimed, "That was so cool!!"[glow=white,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]