(private with verm)
A steady afternoon wind had come and gone, blowing the clouds away with it to uncover the vibrant blue sky that had been hidden beneath. Now only a gentle, fleeting breeze licked the heather fronds and rolling moors of tall, dewy grass. All was still.
It was beautiful, but Itchy enjoyed the beauty of nature in other.. stranger ways. Namely harassing the native animals. He had found something strange.. and green.. and loud.. It's endless croaking had kept him awake all night and he was determined to investigate the source. Now he crouched only a few lengths away from one. Loud, annoying thing. Little thing. Won't stop making awful noise. Shut up, little thing! , he thought to himself, disgruntled. Won't stop. So will make it! The klutzy tom stumbled forward ungracefully, swatting desperately at it. Of course, it was faster than he was and swiftly avoided his lame attack, diving off of the rock it was perched on and into the stream, never to be seen again. Escaped! Unable to stop himself, he tripped over himself and tumbled headfirst into the water, landing splayed out in a tangled mess.
Dazed and now dripping wet, Itchy shambled pathetically out of the stream and back onto dry land. Another day, maybe. He plopped down and gave a defeated sigh, then bent down to chew nervously on his paw. This place was so big and.. strange. Not bad.. Just strange.. He wondered just how long it would last.