don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
She peers at the hole, paws pressing against the cellar wall in a way that she’s careful to not dig her claws in. Her sniffing didn’t result in anything, but after a few moments of contemplating Deimos’ suggestion, her whiskers twitch as she mentally sighs. Nothin’ small enough unfortunately. She doesn’t know about the sunstreak under her skin yet, so she hops off the wall to slip around and see if she can find anything to plug the hole with.
It takes her a few laps to find anything potentially suitable – something that might be easier to manipulate with thumbs, but the height of her vantage point with the tide jaguar was far more beneficial than the alternative. So she settles in to collect things to stuff intot he hole to hopefully block it.
Caly looks for something to plug the hole with!
It takes her a few laps to find anything potentially suitable – something that might be easier to manipulate with thumbs, but the height of her vantage point with the tide jaguar was far more beneficial than the alternative. So she settles in to collect things to stuff intot he hole to hopefully block it.
Caly looks for something to plug the hole with!
Calypso
your world's an ideal
