PLANT LIFE | practice

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]SALEM | Dark paws wandered the jungle quietly, the constricting vines tightened with whirling thoughts.  Unease buzzed around the kodkod, following him like a shadow.  The recent discovery within neutral lands had left the boy's mind reeling -- compromised and uncertain.  At least it came as no one's fault; neither Salem nor Jack had known upon separation they'd find themselves among enemy factions.

Yet the reality stung like a shard of ice in his veins.  Salem missed his sisters and brother -- despite himself, he could only hope, should he run into the others, they did not stand on the other side of a conflict.  A grim hope to posses; the lingering thoughts of his family leading him to a small clearing.

Closing dark eyes, the small feline concentrated on the earth beneath him.  Along with every inhale, the scent of flowers and leaves around him.  In this tropical place, the autumn spirit felt disconnected -- he knew his sisters would thrive.  Moments of this focus only brought the sprouting of a number of mushrooms.  A repeated occurrence, although he found a soft smile spotting a few asters blooming beside his paws.

A small success was enough for him.