OOC- This is an open ended topic. I want to see where it will take us. Please keep the title in mind though.
IC- Bardly boldly strutted along the the game path that stretched before him. He had his fore paw out in the lead, holding to a curved stick and his other paw followed behind. On occasion, he would pull his left back, then loose the fingers that were attached to the pretend bowstring. As he imagined the arrow flying, he would make a whooshing sound as it might have twirled through the air.
It was the young squirrel's play day. He got one on a week that he behaved, which was seldom. He had a very strong imagination, compared to others his age, and that is what worried his parents. He was quite shy around others, but as wild as a march hare at home. Quite often, he would whoop and shout as he ran along his mother's furniture, placing his muddied back paw prints everywhere they touched. That was when Mrs. Frithtail installed the play day rule.
Bardly blew back the long hair that was starting to obscure his vision and looked up into the sky, reading the sun. It was late…. later then he was supposed to be out.
Placing his imaginary bow in a quiver made out of cloth and retracing his steps back to where he had come. his home, a hollowed out beach tree, was about two miles on.
As he was bending over to examine a mushroom that he had found, he heard a branch fall through the tree next to him. The snap had startled him badly and his heart began to race. Upon discovering the source, he gave a sigh of relief, then stopped. He noticed that the branch wasn't rotten.
After the pine cone hit him, he didn't remember anything for a while.