Stealth ignored the antics of Epsy and Mischief, more intent on getting drift and getting out of here. It was much colder than she liked. Quickly, she climbed the rough trunk of the tree. Bits of bark chipped off under her claws, making a lot more noise than she intended.
Drift was fluffed up next to the tree trunk, making a light wheezing sound in his sleep.
“Good thing Drift’s a heavy sleeper.” Stealth’s muzzle twitched in a smirk. She hesitated, tails twitching in anticipation. This time, she would not end up falling into a bush like she had with Fly. Purring to herself, Stealth hooked her left forepaw over the branch. As quiet as Stealth could manage, she reached out and tapped Drift’s left wing and growled. “Meow.”
Ruby red eyes appeared from the creamy colored face, enlarged with fright. The short ears on top of Drift’s ears flattened back in alarm and the secondary layer of feathers along the back of his neck and shoulders stuck out and despite the fact that his fore claws shot out to grip the branch, being awakened in such a way caused the instant reflex of flinching away from the touch of Stealth’s paw.
Drift screeched and promptly fell of the branch, landing with a thud on the grass beneath it, all four paws waving in the air.
“Pathetic.” Stealth sighed, leaning over the branch to peer down at the stunned form of Drift.
