Never Feed Him After Midnight
04-10-2018, 06:29 PM
His itchy leg continued to bother him so he shifted around and drug it up onto the branch. With his eyes still closed Casanova being to slowly lick at the itchy patch. He was mid lick when a hawkish cry shattered the peaceful air. His eyes snapped open and even through a bleary, sleepy haze the bird's foggy shape was unmistakably predatory. Casanova reacted out of instinct. With a startled squeal on his lips, he recoiled from the hawk and lost his balance on the branch. He fell, his claws scrapping off bits of bark as he tried to save himself. Luckily several feet down there was a branch directly under the one he'd been laying on. Casanova hit it hard - nearly bouncing off of it - but managed to dig his nails in and keep from falling further. He was left hanging by the claws on his front paws. With some effort he hauled himself back up onto the limb. Once safe from falling his thoughts immediately went to the hawk. From one danger to another and back again in the blink of an eye. His eyes darted towards where it had landed. Hopefully it was still there. If it made one move towards him he'd throw himself off the branch. "Ah, hello my friend-" he became aware of the giant wolf below and amended, "- ah, friends. Don't mind me." He stole a line from the duo's conversation and joked, ""Guess I need to be a little more careful. |
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.