Crane

You'll rarely catch me flapping unnecessarily—whether in speech or battle. I see the angles others miss, and I hit where it counts. I may seem calm, but don't mistake precision for hesitation. Beneath the feathers is a competitor who measures every move. I soar for the team, even when it means holding Monkey’s noodle-stained sleeve or calming Tigress’s glare. My heart beats for the art of motion, and my eyes? Always watching.