04-03-2018, 08:05 PM
Should she be on the beach by herself? Perhaps not. Keona did not feel particularly bothered by her solitary adventure. She had been here before, so it was easy going, bolting across the open beach. She was not worried about getting lost, and thus far, she had little trouble running, aside from her usual lack of perfect coordination. The child was creeping along the shore, getting close to the waves, but not quite touching the water. The sound was familiar, and soothing, the taste of salt in the air making her light and happy.
She missed the boat, and the crew she and her father came from, but in all truth, she was adjusting well. She loved the feel of the sand beneath her paws - though less so when it got stuck to her fur - and the fact that she could run and run and run, and not fall into the ocean. Unfortunately, she did have a few mishaps already; running into trees when she was too eager, and tripping over sticks and pebbles.
Land life was not the same as sea life. But the ocean was close, and she was thoroughly enjoying her explorations of the island, though she often did not get very far before someone spotted her wandering, or something new scared her back home. And most things were brand new.
Turtles, for one. Crabs for another. The rusty spotted cat had ran into a turtle, or rather, nearly tripped over it, as it made it's way across the beach. Quickly realizing it was small and not at all dangerous, she tailed it until it reached the water, giggling whenever she accidentally got too close and nearly topped over it. Unfortunately, she crept a little too close to something a little less kind.
Keona detected the movement first, surprised something else was near by. She very nearly stepped on the poor creature, but she did not have a second to wonder just what it was, before she made a startled cry of pain as her paw was pinched. She stumbled backwards, flailing her paw until it let go of her. Immediately, she began to feel tears trickle down her cheek. She hoped she did not hurt it too badly by sending it flying, but now her paw really hurt. "That was mean," she mumbled, gingerly lifting her paw off the sand.
She missed the boat, and the crew she and her father came from, but in all truth, she was adjusting well. She loved the feel of the sand beneath her paws - though less so when it got stuck to her fur - and the fact that she could run and run and run, and not fall into the ocean. Unfortunately, she did have a few mishaps already; running into trees when she was too eager, and tripping over sticks and pebbles.
Land life was not the same as sea life. But the ocean was close, and she was thoroughly enjoying her explorations of the island, though she often did not get very far before someone spotted her wandering, or something new scared her back home. And most things were brand new.
Turtles, for one. Crabs for another. The rusty spotted cat had ran into a turtle, or rather, nearly tripped over it, as it made it's way across the beach. Quickly realizing it was small and not at all dangerous, she tailed it until it reached the water, giggling whenever she accidentally got too close and nearly topped over it. Unfortunately, she crept a little too close to something a little less kind.
Keona detected the movement first, surprised something else was near by. She very nearly stepped on the poor creature, but she did not have a second to wonder just what it was, before she made a startled cry of pain as her paw was pinched. She stumbled backwards, flailing her paw until it let go of her. Immediately, she began to feel tears trickle down her cheek. She hoped she did not hurt it too badly by sending it flying, but now her paw really hurt. "That was mean," she mumbled, gingerly lifting her paw off the sand.
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