[taillow]

Roankit
Once he had gotten up onto Dawnstar's back, something shifted within the kit. Some sort of claw seemed to come out of the shadows and scrape along his chest, but instead of pain it brought a feeling of power... With his new perspective he could see practically everything (even though his eyes still didn't adjust to the dark as good as they would grow to). He simply let out a tiny snarl as Dawnstar bent down with the suggestion that he get off. Absolutely not. He wanted to cling to this feeling for as long as he could, drinking in the sweet satisfaction it brought him.

But, after a bit, Roankit grew bored and wished to walk again, so he managed a rather tall leap down from Dawnstar's back and to the ground. They were somewhere new now, with trees that looked much different than the spindly ones back where he had first met his grandmother. Even the scents here were different. Soon enough the shadows were melting to give way to light that fluttered through the trees; the sun, he supposed.

Upon making it to what appeared to be another camp (at least that was what Roankit assumed from observing it) Dawnstar had turned to address him. He immediately shook his head in defiance of laying down; ever since he had tasted a little bit of what it felt like to be Dawnstar's size he felt exhilarated, and sleep would not come easily to him. So he took her up on her second offer and sat down right where she had left him, right near the base of the tree. Craning his neck though, he realized he couldn't see her quite well so his paws took a few steps backwards until she was in view once more.

[ @Undertaker ]