Phoenix Maplewood can you not

somewhere halfway down to the ground aphelion started to hear something he could have sworn was laughter, had not the only thing he had in his sights been the orange cat who at this moment was decidedly not laughing, instead dropping the bird she had held in her jaws and yowling as she launched right back at him. the downside of taking a plunge off a tree limb? there was no dodging.

aphelion was still screeching as they collided, his not-insignificant weight driving them both to the ground. paws smacked into his nose and up against his belly, but no claws sliced into his skin, so he...rather hastily drew back his own, from where they had been keeping him from taking a tumble off the tree. he batted back at her as best he could as they rolled around on a mound of fur on the ground, speckling his well-groomed coat with dirt and bird blood, and somewhere in between avoiding a toe to the eye and breaking up his war cry with a quick breath he became aware that he had not been hallucinating the laughter after all.

he'd seen some Shit during his short tenure here that he didn't want anything to do with, mostly the oversized dogs that liked to chase him, and he'd just started doing his best to wriggle free to investigate when another furry orange ball blurred into the corner of his vision and into the melee, which did an admirable job halting his intended exit. instead, he lunged towards the newcomer with both front legs outstretched, blue eyes bright with mischief.