A Bristle on the Wall

My jaw cracked open with a low rumble. I looked down at my claws. The brush in my right hand felt real, and the paint can in my left swayed ever so slightly. Curious, I leaned forward through the broken opening and pressed the tip of my brush against the bright green spiral on the wall. A soft scuff answered back. I chuckled deep in my chest. I can move, and there is an entire wall waiting around me.