[ He's missed taking this sort of form. The world is so much larger, and simple things, like folds in blankets, become playgrounds, mysterious depths full of opportunity.
He crouches down, tail swishing, and then leaps, pouncing on one of said folds. He might prick her skin a bit with his claws, though he's not sure she'll get his point: that he's hard to get along with too. Harder, even. ]
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He crouches down, tail swishing, and then leaps, pouncing on one of said folds. He might prick her skin a bit with his claws, though he's not sure she'll get his point: that he's hard to get along with too. Harder, even. ]