The Bornean Clouded leopard took his time as he daintily picked his way through the trees. He balanced quite well, taking long easy strides and enveloping the branch with his paws, digging his claws into the bark. Flicking his long tail around, his dark form soon reached the very end of the branch, and he knew it wouldn't let him any farther unless he expected to fall. So instead, he simply turned and hopped off into the nearest tree, his tail forming a curl at the end. Finally he found what he was looking for: a thick sturdy branch, half shaded from the sun. Heaving out a deep breath, he lowered and settled on the branch, his limbs dangling down lazily on either side. It was a warm day but he wanted nothing of the sun after venturing to this area, so he made sure he was engulfed within the shade. It was perfect, for now.