Post by Kirrin on Jul 2, 2017 14:11:36 GMT -5
Kirrin let out a loud sigh as he tucked his muzzle beneath his paws.
The strength of the late afternoon sun he had been basking in was slowly dampening and his comfortably full stomach had started to growl. The temptation of prey, however, was dulled by the apathy that one experiences after a nap that went on for too long, and for this reason he allowed himself a few more minutes of lackadaisical contemplation. At first glance there wasn't much to contemplate and he fidgeted a little after feeling a sharp twig poke his sensitive stomach. He considered just going back to sleep, but the urge to shut his eyes had evaporated a while ago anyway, so he had to make do with observing his surroundings. It was something to pass the time, at least.
His attention was first drawn to the feeling of the spongy leaves he had made a resting place out of; his mind made the strange comparison of it feeling how mushrooms looked. Soft and squidgy and comfortable, in an odd way that only Kirrin could probably understand. Golden eyes came to rest on golden paws, and he spaced out while staring at how his squirrel-grey coat ignited in the sunlight before he noticed a bluebell growing right next to where his muzzle had come to rest. He took in a deep breath through his nose, watching in mild amusement at how it leaned toward him before he let out the breath and watched it arc away from him. It had a subtle sweetness to it, almost overpowered by the scent of rich forest soil.
Deciding it was time to go, his impatience caused by his ever increasing hunger, he stretched his paws out and stuck his rump in the air, relishing the feeling of stretching his back before sitting up straight and yawning at length. His forked tail twitched when he eventually stood up, shaking vigorously to remove the last vestiges of sleep (and a few bugs) from his thick pelt and then looking around to see where he should venture in search of a snack.
His attention was first drawn to the feeling of the spongy leaves he had made a resting place out of; his mind made the strange comparison of it feeling how mushrooms looked. Soft and squidgy and comfortable, in an odd way that only Kirrin could probably understand. Golden eyes came to rest on golden paws, and he spaced out while staring at how his squirrel-grey coat ignited in the sunlight before he noticed a bluebell growing right next to where his muzzle had come to rest. He took in a deep breath through his nose, watching in mild amusement at how it leaned toward him before he let out the breath and watched it arc away from him. It had a subtle sweetness to it, almost overpowered by the scent of rich forest soil.
Deciding it was time to go, his impatience caused by his ever increasing hunger, he stretched his paws out and stuck his rump in the air, relishing the feeling of stretching his back before sitting up straight and yawning at length. His forked tail twitched when he eventually stood up, shaking vigorously to remove the last vestiges of sleep (and a few bugs) from his thick pelt and then looking around to see where he should venture in search of a snack.
