if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Okay. There it was. Hanging there. Perfect. Round. Yellow. Delicious. Gawd, she needed it. Needed it. Her stomach grumbled loudly just so much as looking at it. "Nyaaa...." The half whimper left her parted lips. Her tongue stuck out, licking that ivory fur that surrounded her muzzle. It was so delicious...well, it was going to be. When it was in her stomach. First, she just had to get it. This was a reoccurring issue for Abigail. Autumn was perhaps her favorite of season in this new found city she found herself in, that that she'd really been here in any other season in the first place. Still! It was in autumn that she could find apples growing on the fringe of that forest that surrounded the city...and the park....and apparently as decoration in front of an apartment building? Oh well, she wasn't going to question why it was here. All that mattered was that she got it. Fresh, free grown apples were her favorite. They tasted better. Free of pesticides and whatever weird stuff those market apples tasted like. Meh. Grocery store apples. Ick. Slowly, the red panda waddled closer towards the edge of the tree, a soft huff left her lips as she pressed her front paws on the thin trunk of the tree.
She threw herself upwards, her claws dug into the trunk as she lifted herself up onto the trunk, climbing with a sort of ease that came only to species like hers that spent the majority of their lives precariously positioned on those limbs. It took some time to slowly make her way upwards and towards the branch that held that apple she so diligently sought. She paused as the trunk branched off to exactly where she wanted to be. That branch was far more slender then she would have liked and yet, Abigail was entirely determined to fetch that apple, even if it was questionable that the tree would hold her weight. Slowly, she crept out onto that wooden twing, her belly slunk along the bark, her paws clutched at that quickly sloping downward branch. It was so close! Just a little further! She reached out just a little further, the tip of her claws brushed against the flesh of the apple. And thennn...it all went tumbling down hill. Literally. She fell, well, more like the branch snapped under her fluff. Panda, branch, and apple went tumbling downwards, colliding into the sidewalk with a rather painful thud.
For a moment, the impact startled the young woman into stillness for a moment before she shook her head, dragging herself to her feet. The apple! It was right there! She'd gotten it! A pleased squeak left her lips as she waddled towards the apple....only to have it kicked from her grasp. Nooooooooooooooo! That group of individuals hardly seemed aware in the least of the apple she sought as the crowd of young teens passed her tree, the young panda immediately spurred into action to so avoid those ridiculously large feet. It was perhaps her red fur that so caught their attention as she weaved in and out of the group, tripping an unfortunate soul in her effort to so strive to escape. Running was not her specialty. People were not her specialty!! CROWDS were not her specialty! It was perhaps with that blind need to flee that caused those small hazel eyes to turn towards those teenagers, her heart hammering in her chest as she skittered away from them, entirely inattentive to the fact that, though she ran for the nearest alley, there was also someone in that alley. Her head collided into a shoe with another thud. A squeak left her lips as she tumbled backwards - her feet flailing in the air as the small red panda regarded the man she stared up at with largeeee eyes. Oh man! This was SO not her night!
Abigail Hughes a were red panda