Feline's Day Out l Plot (T_ Masumi

[Senka Ojiumura Yakashi]

RAWR

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-; the day was warm, sun high and the field of moistly soaked morning dew baked and swaying foliage she decided to lay out on simply made her day that much better. Fur soaked in baked water from the sun's rays, and a warm dew covering crossing her back. Her hat seemed to stay dry; headband shimmering in the sunlight and she was seated on the top of a small wooden post; covered in dozens upon dozens of striking points from training. Blood stained across the white-padding, and a few bricks circling the base.

-; she let out a soft meow as her hand was drawn to the base of her ear and flicked from the bottom to the tip; her tail swaying around behind her all while she waited for her sparring partner of the day; a cute yellow bell jingling on the bottom of her hard leather collar curled around her some feline neck. She snickered softly towards the end of the hard wooden post before moving. Her small body seemed to flicker and vanish; leaving behind a shimmer blurred image of brown and white.

-; her body appearing on the eastern post all while she happily looked around; purring each time she turned around on the post's head. Tail slowly curling around her own body as she fastened into a laid out-cat like fashion. Claws digging hard into the post as she tried to get comfortable.

"Grrr....can't sleep!,"

-; she continued to patter about, her soft padded feet never making a sound as she swirled around like a mad tornado on the top that wooden stick. Six feet up, and away from the ground but suddenly....her attention was drawn, she locked up on the post; tail raised into the air as she carefully pushed down...she spotted her target...the deadly...unbeatable...butterfly!

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[Tsubasa Masumi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] dear lucid, my time is right to dance away while the bullets fly you know they come so close, so close will you fight for your agenda or will you fight for air? Masumi was not enthused about her latest assignment. She was supposed to have a spar with Senka Yakashi, the village's jonin hanchou. That in and of itself would have been considered an honor... except for the fact that Senka was a little unusual. To say the least. She was the sage of domestic felines - a sage animal Masumi considered rather odd, though she supposed it fit the woman, who was also odd - and supposedly a very powerful kunoichi, although the chunin wouldn't believe it until she saw it. The woman preferred to appear as a black cat through use of Henge, and often sat on top of the Tsuchikage's head. She was bubbly and excitable and playful and the girl doubted she had any capacity for seriousness. And the worst part of all this? Senka was related to her - one of her parents had belonged to the Maeda Clan. It was disgraceful, really, and Masumi did her best to pretend that the connection wasn't there. She had never really conversed with Senka - mostly due to her own determination to forget the woman existed - and she wasn't looking forward to it. Masumi just knew that she was going to be extremely annoyed, if not murderous, by the time this spar was over. Oh well - she supposed it was better to just go and get it over with. The chunin was confident in her ability to at least match the cat woman - despite her age and rank, she was quite powerful - if not beat her. Rumors of Senka's power had to be at least a little bit exaggerated, she reasoned - and so that left her facing someone of average jonin power, just the level at which she was at. Masumi arrived at the training ground to find the jonin in her cat form, turning around on one of the posts in preparation to take a nap. Really? And then... she noticed a nearby butterfly and was determined to chase it. The chunin was tempted to turn around, walk away, and let the woman spar with the butterfly - but she never disobeyed orders, and she had been given orders to come here and fight this woman, so. Instead of announcing her arrival, the chunin performed a few hand seals and spit a glob of viscous, chakra-infused water at the black cat - a simple thing to dodge, most likely, but it would announce to Senka that she didn't intend for this spar to be all that friendly. words: 421 | tags: senka | notes: sorry for the wait | credit: akemi of btn

Used:
Suiton: Mizuame Nabara [-8%]

Chakra Percentage:
92%