Kat let a sigh slip between her lips as she looked down at her friend. 'I feel more like a mentor than a friend, sometimes,' she thought to herself and chuckled at the cat's puring. She idly scratched behind one of the cat's ears as she waited for sleep to come and claim her. Her dark hair was scattered about the twigs around her head. She was happy to have found a spot that looked clean and soft enough. Closing her eyes, she let her thoughts wander as she continued stroking the cat's fur.
Having the sun gone from the sky, Kat returned to the room where the bird and her friend had been sleeping. She saw the cat leaping around at random objects and wondered if it was her friend. Figuring it was since no other cat would dare to enter a lair with large birds, she strode over to Minlo Ka's nest to find rest. She clambered up the side of the huge nest and tried to find a comfortable spot among the twigs and leaves.
Kat crosses her arms, leaning against a wall near the entrance. The sun had only begun setting. She rarely went to bed before it had finished. She remained to watch the suns beautiful reminants fade from the sky. It brought back memories, things of her past.....
Kat shrugged. "That's strange," she stated in a lowered tone. Seeing her friend entering the cave, she followed behind the bird. "Who's 'they'?" she asked. She stretched as she walked behind the big bird, letting a yawn slip from her mouth. She was slightly tired and just now realizing it. She wondered what all she would see within the bird's dwelling place. She thought she remembered the bird saying something about another of its kind living here with her.
Kat jumps back, her brown eyes widening. "What kind of work is that? And for a bird....Who set that up?" She turns her wide eyes to Stormelle, wondering if she's going to remain in that form forever. Her friend tended to forget about her form often. Chuckling to herself, Kat tosses her hair over her shoulder, tilting her head as she leans forward, trying to see into the cave without acctually going in, or even very close for that matter. A large bird who would leave what she(?) was to protect doesn't sound very assuring. It's rather curious, acctually. "What were you protecting?" she asks, expecting everyone to be on her same page of thought it seems.
Kat dismounts the equine, planting both feet firmly on the ground, happy to feel its strength beneath her. He tries to smooth down her wind-blown hair and looks the the "smiling" bird. "Your home?" she asks, brushing her hands off on her pants and peering about. Her dark eyes examin what there is to see, though her form doesn't move from its spot.
(Ummmm...there's only so much I can add to that..And it'd only be description because I'd end up having to take over your characters if I did much else...So..I'm going to wait for you to elaborate on that. Use your imagination and feel free to involve more than one line. Paragraphs are good. )
Kat felt the wind whip through her hair, sending the dark slivers flying about her head. She squinted her eyes against the wind and wondered where they were going and how long it would take. Sparing a glance downward, she realized she had a fear of heights. Great.....
"I think she should wait on us, and if she doesn't she obviously didn't care if we followed," Kat explained. She laced her fingers through the mane of her friend and hopped on. She remembers her past experiences with bareback riding, and they weren't plesant. She leans in close to her friend, gripping Stormelle's sides as best she can with her knees. 'This aught to prove interesting,' she thought.
Kat almost tripped by her friend's sudden nudge and she slowed, glancing over her shoulder. "Hey now." She picked up speed and began to jog again. "What a way to break in new boots, huh?" she thought. She sighed and continued running. Flying would be a nice ability to have, yet she was a shifter like her friend. She was, simply put, completely human.
(Help me think of a character name..!! *lol*) She continues her long strides, not really wanting to run but realizing she's loosing sight of them fast. She kneels for a moment to tighten her boot laces and make sure her pants are tucked into their tops. She didn't have her sword belt on to worry about, though she wasn't sure she was happy about that. Although she's no expert with the blade, she's been working on it for the past few years. She was determined to be good at the blade one day, even though for her gender it wouldn't really mean much to the higher ups. She shrugged, adjusting her fitting vest and began to walk again, allowing herself to slowly build up momentum before she started into a half-hearted jog. Her hair danced behind her, up and down with her movement, or side to side. The brown strands floated in the breeze as it would blow by her, causing her to wonder what it would be like to be the wind. Speed would no longer be an issue, she thought. Her dark eyes sought her friend's form in the sky, though the sun made it impossible to look up for too long. Not to mention, she was trying to jog....
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The girl rolls her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "Has she forgotten not every one can change shapes?" She watches the two fly off, and begins to walk in the direction of their flight, hoping they don't go too far. She flicks her hair over her shoulder, making a mental note to bind it back out of her face as soon as she finds something to bind it with. Her boots light softly on the ground.