With a long, languid stretch Sindre uncurled from her sleeping spot. She'd spent the night nestled into the hollow base of an old tree. While spring was here and the days were nice, the nights were still a bit nippy. Sindre had been grateful for bark against her back that seemed to reflect her heat back to her. Despite the cold she'd slept well and awakened to the sweet scent of red bud flowers. Sindre tipped back her head and stared groggily up into the trees. High overhead the red buds swayed on the breeze, their cheery heads bobbing and moving as if to music. If there was ever a place she was tempted to settle down in, this was it. Happy to laze about a bit longer, Sindre rolled over onto her back and let her head and hind legs loll over two exposed roots that had served as the headboard and footboard of her makeshift bed. The day was off to a great start and as she stared up into the trees Sindre wondered if it could get any better. "Talk" "You" Think

Another season away from his parents, and, somehow, another season that he had managed to survive. He wasn't entirely healthy, only doing what he could do to scrape by, but he was alive, and that was all he could ask for. With the arrival of Spring came the realization that he was growing. He was still small, still a cub, but he wasn't as small as he had been. The arrival of spring also meant that he was going to be able to find more food, didn't it? His parents had mentioned it, before he got separated from them, and he had been looking forward to all the prey he could eat. He wasn't lucky enough, now, with having to resort to scavenging, but hopefully things would be better as time went on. Pidge's restless paws had brought him to a new area, and he was almost instantly captivated by the beauty of it. If he looked high enough, squinting against the light, he could make out the form of flowering branches swaying on the breeze. It was calming, and, if Pidge had been any more relaxed in this place he would have just fallen asleep. This would be the perfect place to stay if he weren't so restless and so eager to head to a new place so often. In the back of his mind, he made a note to come back here someday. An odd smell distracted him from the beauty of the place, and curiosity got the better of him. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he had never smelt it before. Following the scent, he came to a stop near the form of a creature he hadn't quite gotten used to yet. The creature was the one giving off the weird scent, and Pidge found his nose wrinkling as he lifted one paw, debating if he should leave the creature alone or follow instincts and whack it in the nose. it didn't take long for him to decide; a few steps brought him closer, head tilting to one side before he attempted to smack the odd looking creature right in the face. If he managed to, he'd get out of reach and watch the reaction from a distance.

Sindre yawned and stretched again. She was tempted to stay where she was and let the day pass by this way. A nap here, a nap there. Throw in some stretches, some yawns, maybe a snack or two, and she'd have a perfect lazy day. Sadly, it was not to be. She saw the paw coming but didn't have time to escape it. Instead she merely flinched, her neck drawing back and her eyes closing instinctively. The paw slapped her lightly across the nose and then was gone. Sindre was on her paws with a defensive growl on her lips in an instant. She lunged for the spindly cat-thing in the hopes of pinning it to the ground. "Talk" "You" Think