can beauty come out of ashes? // intro, open

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IN THE SUMMER SILENCE,
I WAS GETTING VIOLENT

Her attempt successful, the tigress stood back and moved her shoulder around in its socket for a minute. The unnatural action, while working out well for the rescued domestic cat, caused her muscles to feel stiff and stringy. But, soon enough, most of the tension dissolved and she set her paw back on the ground. The skin around her eyeridge bone-piercing lifted up as she saw the odd swapping of saliva - not even in the usual manner, with gross tongue-in-mouth action - and the dark tigress thought all this a bit... odd. "Hey, kid, don't drink the saltwater; it'll make you sick," Quantum spoke, her tone lightly chiding. She doubted licking the saltwater off Jeanne's fur left a good impression in the kid's mouth, but he was an odd kid. She wouldn't be surprised if he tried to pet a cactus some day.

Looking over at Foxtrot, she frowned slightly. "Hey, you alright? Nobody's got hurt, and there's plenty of towels - we're in a beach town, after all." She attempted to pat the top of his shoulder with her large paw, the diameter of which was, by itself, bigger than his face.

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