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Come feed the little birds, show them you care And you'll be glad if you do Their young ones are hungry Their nests are so bare All it takes is tuppence from you
He grinned as he giggled and continued to race through the forest, not a care in the world; there never was when it came to Fantasypaw, his head stuck in the clouds. Literally. He was always experiencing brain fog; his memory never lasted more than a couple of weeks at a time and he found that any talk about anything that was remotely real – anguish, heartbreak, anger, duty – had his heart racing and his stomach attempting to squeeze itself into knots. It was an unpleasant feeling. So the apprentice simply chose not to feel it. He'd neglected his training for weeks on end but, surprisingly, no one had yet to say anything to him about it. Perhaps because they knew why; perhaps because they didn't care. Either way, he was living a heavenly life and at this moment, right now, all he cared about was the hummingbird that flitted from tree branch to tree branch, as if beckoning him further along.
"I'm gonna get'ya y'know!" Fantasypaw grinned and made another light leap, the hummingbird flittering away on silent wings, causing him to laugh again.
"I seriously doubt that. Thing seems to have outsmarted you." Lastaffair's wry tone cut through the apprentice's fun, Foxstar's daughter ever the cat to rain on someone's parade. Of course, she was also known as one of the more troublesome cats of the clan. She was the cat to talk to if you wanted a lesson in getting yourself nearly killed, but having a hell of a time while doing it. Daring and unconventional was practically her motto, or perhaps it was more akin to being a thorn in her 'dear mother's' side.
Perhaps it was the darkness rolling off of her pelt in waves, or the way her gaze seemed to narrow and fixate on his own, that caused him to react in a submissive way instead of grinning and putting in what energy he had left trying to turn her day around. There was something about Lastaffair that told him it wouldn't matter; that he'd be wasting effort on someone who didn't want things to change. Instead, he pressed his belly low to the ground, leg and arm muscles poised to spring into action and flee in a moment's notice; his ears were pinned against his head and he was staring up at her with wide eyes, his bottom lip quivering. Fantasypaw wasn't a mousebrain... was he? He frowned, trying to think, though it was sluggish; like he was trying to wade through swamp waters.
