birds of the same feather

Her haunches wiggled in the air as her paws stretched out in front of her. With the sun lingering overhead during a bright afternoon, Celeste had taken it upon herself to go visit the doves on the nearby island. Pecking at the sands on the shore, the white-feathered birds cooed softly. They didn't particularly seem to mind her except for when her companion would come pouncing out of the nearby shadows. Their wings would flap in displeasure before settling back down on the ground to peck away again.

"I'll catch one of you, I promise you that," she whispered in her native tongue with eyes focused on the group. Flicking her tail back and forth, she pounced forward into a cloud of feathers unsuccessful. Letting out a disapproving grunt, she turned on her paws and rested once more in the shade of a tree. This time, laid out with legs stretching across the sand. Her aquamarine eyes watch the birds until a sound nearby catches her attention. Turning her chin to look over, a familiar shape causes her head to tilt. "Oi, Cy!" Celeste calls out with a smile as her cat settles in to curl between her legs.