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It was hardly a secret that Sparrowpaw loved birds. Big birds, small birds, colorful birds, dull birds. All of them. They never felt more comfortable than when they could simply close their eyes and hear them sing. Sometimes, they could imagine they were one of them, soaring through the skies.
As such, Sparrowpaw enjoyed collecting feathers. Since their arrival to SkyClan they had managed to amass quite the hoard, of various colors and sizes. It had been Greeneyes that started it, honestly, allowing them to take it even when they hadn't yet properly met. The feather of a bluejay was still one of their more treasured possessions.
The chocolate tabby couldn't quite remember how or why the conversation sparked up, but it had shifted over to birds, which had shifted to them gushing over how cute they were and their favorites and, eventually, their feather collection. There was little prompting involved before they rushed to their den to fetch a mouthful of them, gingerly held in their jaws as to not fray them.
Swift paws carried them back. Their eyes were bright, happy to share as they set them down before the onlookers, carefully spreading them out to show their beauty. "See? This one's from a crow, and this one's from a bluejay - Greeneyes gave it to me a few moons back - and this one's from a thrush I think..." Many of their feathers were common, some hardly a sight to behold, but they made them happy nonetheless.
The smell of rain was in the air, and while many predicted it would likely fall at some point later that day, nobody predicted the breeze it would kick up with it. It was light at first, gently tugging at their fur and the feathers upon the ground - nothing a firm paw planted upon them couldn't fix. What Sparrowpaw didn't expect, however, was the abrupt gust that would carry them up and into the air, cruelly yanking them from their reach.
Instinctively stretching up to catch them with a dismayed cry, the remaining feathers that they had been pressed upon were snatched away with it. Vainly they raced away to try and catch them, one of them snagging on the outer wall of the nursery, but the rest were gone, carried off into the forest.
Slowly, they plucked their remaining feather from where it had caught on the den, shoulders and tail drooping as they turned back to the cats they had been sharing their collection with. Plodding paws carried them over, gray eyes watery and ears tilted back. "They're gone," they uttered in a soft whine. All that remained was a small brown feather, held firmly in their jaws.
As such, Sparrowpaw enjoyed collecting feathers. Since their arrival to SkyClan they had managed to amass quite the hoard, of various colors and sizes. It had been Greeneyes that started it, honestly, allowing them to take it even when they hadn't yet properly met. The feather of a bluejay was still one of their more treasured possessions.
The chocolate tabby couldn't quite remember how or why the conversation sparked up, but it had shifted over to birds, which had shifted to them gushing over how cute they were and their favorites and, eventually, their feather collection. There was little prompting involved before they rushed to their den to fetch a mouthful of them, gingerly held in their jaws as to not fray them.
Swift paws carried them back. Their eyes were bright, happy to share as they set them down before the onlookers, carefully spreading them out to show their beauty. "See? This one's from a crow, and this one's from a bluejay - Greeneyes gave it to me a few moons back - and this one's from a thrush I think..." Many of their feathers were common, some hardly a sight to behold, but they made them happy nonetheless.
The smell of rain was in the air, and while many predicted it would likely fall at some point later that day, nobody predicted the breeze it would kick up with it. It was light at first, gently tugging at their fur and the feathers upon the ground - nothing a firm paw planted upon them couldn't fix. What Sparrowpaw didn't expect, however, was the abrupt gust that would carry them up and into the air, cruelly yanking them from their reach.
Instinctively stretching up to catch them with a dismayed cry, the remaining feathers that they had been pressed upon were snatched away with it. Vainly they raced away to try and catch them, one of them snagging on the outer wall of the nursery, but the rest were gone, carried off into the forest.
Slowly, they plucked their remaining feather from where it had caught on the den, shoulders and tail drooping as they turned back to the cats they had been sharing their collection with. Plodding paws carried them over, gray eyes watery and ears tilted back. "They're gone," they uttered in a soft whine. All that remained was a small brown feather, held firmly in their jaws.
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