[Estelle]

Poppypaw beamed at the headpats, head clearly raised high and her chest puffed out with pride. In a moment of happiness, just before Bigcat got talking, Poppypaw went and buried (or rather, tried to) her face in Bigcat’s fur, a giggly mess as she did. This reminded her of her pap!
“Up! Up! Bigcat Up later?!”
She asked, peeling her face away with bright, happy eyes.

Ah – but back to the lesson! Though, Poppypaw didn’t move from Mudhound’s side. Nooooope. She belonged here now, she got here fair and square!! Oh, oh!! Pounce!! Jump!! She could – well, she was a bad jumper – but she could do that!! Nodding vigorously, Poppypaw finally parted away from the hornet in order to get same space. There, trying to copy their stance paw-for-paw… She fell. Flat out rolled to her side. It was surprising, she felt perplexed, and sat for a while wondering why until her memory wandered back to Bigcat’s previous words: to adapt. See, what helped her was having a wide stance – one where her legs were far more spread out – now, it wasn’t graceful. It was still wobbly, wobbling in place. But she didn’t fall right away and could hold it just long enough to practice a little jump forward – a little pounce – though low and with a crash landing on the paws and face, still a sloppy pounce. And it was funny! But, but!! With the simple pounce out of the way, Poppypaw wanted to be cool like the bigger cats and do the twisty thingy! So! So!! Copying her wide-stanced pouncing, trying to jump higher this time, Poppypaw dramatically twisted in the air, paw flailing, and landing square on her back with loud giggles and laughs.
“Bigcat! Bigcat! Poppy did it! Bigcat!”
She called with wide smiles.


[ @Rani ]