At the top of the tree, Draco Kitty's friend perched atop a wavering branch. She followed close behind; he was faster and more agile than she and his size enabled him to reach much thinner branches. Strong Wyoming winds rocked the tree, causing it's upper half to sway precariously back and forth.
Well, it seemed that way. To Draco Kitty. It was actually a hot summer day with hardly a breeze. She scurried after her ninja-like friend while Scribbler stood a ways off in the yard below. Scribbler was doing what Scribbler does best. Daydreaming. She was in the middle of her fantasy world when a crackling, creaking groan interrupted her. Spinning around to face the noise the world slowed as a branch bent far beyond it's limit. Scribbler started to run just as it snapped and reached the scene right when it hit the ground. Draco Kitty sprawled on top of it.
"Kitty are you ok?!" Scribbler asked. Draco stood up and put her hands on her hips. "YOU DIDN'T CATCH ME!" She yelled.
-_- "Yep. You're fine." Scribbler went back to story land....adding to it a rather saucy and daring little kitty who climbed everything she could, never checking whether the tree branches she perched on were dead or alive.
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