Fickle and Shatter, sitting in a tree 8D Anyhow, GAC entry three. The theme was detail and this apparently is the entry. No music :c uploaded in a hurry Art: Draco/ me Characters: Fickle: me, Shatter: arty, (WotM) Extract from WotM-between these two) •Fickle sniffed the air, somewhat dainty nose wrinkling, 'It still smells of that wildcat scent. You sure they aren't following?' She tilted her head, glancing behind. "No, of course I'm not" Shatter said, in a not so reassuring voice. Fickle gave a annoyed grunt, hurrying to match paces with him again. She perked somewhat, squinting to straighten her sights on something. 'I think there's a fallen log or something up ahead, we could sleep under that I guess?' She suggested with a frown. "It would be better to sleep up in a tree. Just in case... there are other cats.' Fickle almost seethed with irritation, 'Then why haven't we climbed up a tree already, hmm? Better to be safer than sorry,' "Because I'm getting away from Nightclan territory, mousebrain"Fickle looked more than a fraction put out and lapsed into silence as she followed him. Shatter stopped walking as he arrived at a tree that he approved of, "This tree is good" Fickle had seemed to have lost her former irritation and gave the tree a stare. 'Sure, whatever you say Shatter......looks good for a tree?' Shatter climbed up the tree, leaving scratches in the bark. Fickle hurried after him like an obedient shadow, her own somewhat blunted claws digging into the grooves. She found her footing on a thick branch, perching there like an preened peacock; staring at him with her one-orange-one-blue eyes. 'Someone going to keep guard?' She half asked, half suggested quizzically. "I will, you can sleep" Shatter mewed. She gave a thankful purr and curled up on the branch, shifting her weight slightly to find a good balance. Fickle's chest rose and fell evenly as she lay there like a small paperweight.
