Phoenix Maplewood can you not

crouched atop the sturdy branch of a cottonwood tree, aphelion was taking a well-deserved afternoon nap.

actually. well-deserved was relative. had he done anything today? absolutely not. but it was very warm, and the sunlight soaked nicely into his fluffy fur, and all he could hear was the wind in the trees and the birds chirping. it was nice. he almost felt bad for his poor siblings back with the humans, and the stuffy little houses and the boring food and the vacuum cleaner. 

at the moment he wasn't asleep so much as he was dozing, his tail swaying lazily where it lolled off the branch, and while he didn't hear the pawsteps coming -- they were altogether too light -- he did, with half-open eyes, see a pale orange shape making its way through the greenery. he was immediately intrigued; he hadn't seen another cat almost since leaving his home.

though the temptation to just keep sleeping was very strong, the temptation to play won out, and after a few seconds' consideration he managed to shuffle himself around to a crouch. he peered down at the forest floor beneath, judging the distance and watching as the other cat kept on walking, and when it was right beneath him aphelion launched himself from his perch, limbs outstretched like a small furry superman, yowling eagerly as he plummeted towards the ground in a high-speed tackle.