A Flex of Claws

My joints unsealed. Heavy, yet ready. I planted my paws firmly onto the fabric ground, testing balance beneath the yellow frame behind me. Right in front of me rested a small pink disc with a miniature figure leaning on it. I reached down, tapping the hard plastic rim with a claw. It rocked slightly, clicking against the surface. My claws work. The perimeter is clear. I held my ground, watching.