Bearclaw Valley I thought we might play catch, or... I dunno
Private  June 10, 2018, 12:02 PM
Lucas
Bearclaw Valley
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Paw forward, recited Lucas, slapping one chubby forepaw down on the wet grass, then sliiiiide back, and he pulled it back along the slick ground until it was squarely under his wobbling chest again. Good. Next one. The opposite paw landed and then slid back. Lucas had these moves more or less down pat, but moving the rest of his body at the same time was proving difficult. He placed his right forepaw ahead once more, followed by the left hind paw, but when he attempted to slide them both back at once while moving the other two up, he wobbled precariously and toppled onto his side.

This didn't squash his good mood, of course. It only contributed. With a chuckle, he began to flail his limbs and turn himself in a laborious circle on his shoulder. Break dance break! Do the windmill, baby.

OOC: Would love a @Laurel if you have time!

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June 13, 2018, 01:29 AM
Laurel
Bearclaw Valley
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Of all her pups, Lucas was the most active one. He was always dancing through life, it seemed. But it wasn't just activity that set him apart; there was an overwhelming positivity about her chubbiest lil' cub that made Laurel somehow see the better sides of life, too. Whenever she was with her pups it was hard to think of all the shitty things in life. It was hard to think of anything but them and what they brought her.

As Laurel returned from a quick hunt with a scrawny half-eaten squirrel between her teeth -- the rest was for Indra -- she saw Lucas rolling about in the grass. The mom marched over to the den, speeding up her pace slightly and deposited the fresh food by the side of the den's entrance. "Are you busy practising your dance moves, Lucas?" she said with a grin and while licking her lips she moved in closer, intending to give him a good ole' belly-nuzzle once she reached him.
June 19, 2018, 06:03 PM
Lucas
Bearclaw Valley
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He giggled to himself as he turned the world's slowest circle, but soon enough, it wasn't just him that he was laughing to. Laurel had come by to join the fun with a question that went unanswered, just for now, and he cackled as much with joy at the sight of his mother as he did at how silly the world spinning around him looked. It was truly amazing that just turning a circle like that could make the entire world visible.

"Yeah!" the pudgy Redleaf chirruped as he finally completed his circle and hopped to his feet. He was a package of boundless energy. He needed it to haul his puphood weight around, after all, but he had plenty to spare. Perhaps that was why he was always dancing—he needed to let it out, one way or another, and moving his body to the rhythm of his heart and soul was his favourite way. It helped that others lit up when he danced, too. He was young but he was already a big fan of cheering others up.

"You wannsa try, mama?" he asked, lifting himself onto his hind paws and seeking to place his forefeet on Laurel's sturdy chest while he blinked owlishly up with tail wagging madly.

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