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It didn't take much research for one to know that Sparrowpaw seemed to quite like birds. It was easy for a flutter of wings in the treetops or a chirping tune to raise their spirits just as high. Even so, a sense of unshakable sadness had seemed to always follow the young feline. While sometimes they tried their best to not bring down those around them, other times they couldn't quite help it, even going as far to isolate in silence until they made their reappearance sometime later.
As more and more time passed since their joining, the spurts of sadness seemed to gradually lessen. They were smiling more, speaking more. Polite interest grew more genuine, off comments even starting to draw out giggles.
Sparrowpaw seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. It was a slow day, leaving them plenty of time to lounge comfortably in camp, sprawled on their back in the sun and staring up at the towering pine trees that surrounded camp. A flutter caught their attention, the tabby quickly rolling over and ears perking as they searched again for the movement. There- a bird, perched and within their view. They sat up.
There were plenty of birds in Twolegplace, yet not nearly as many as there were here. The birdsong that came with Newleaf was a welcoming sound day in and out, and each sighting brought a skip of excitement in their heart.
Up above, the bird sang a little tune. Lifting their chin, they tried their best to whistle one back. It chirped again, drawing out a giggle from them. Sparrowpaw gathered themself to their paws, striding as close as they could beneath the tree and craning their neck for the best view. The bird, unbothered, continued its chirps and trills.
Bouncing lightly on their paws, they swayed lightly from side to side as they switched from their imitation to singing lightly under their breath. It wasn't long before they grew louder, seating themself back down and head bobbing, eyes closing as they lost themself to the song. It was unusual for the normally soft-spoken cat, and while they weren't quite loud, it was far greater than their typical murmur.
Their voice was smooth as they sang, pleasant like the birdsong they so admired. It was a song their mother often sang to them. The memory was fond, the words engraved into their heart. Undisturbed, they would continue, off in their own pleasant world.
As more and more time passed since their joining, the spurts of sadness seemed to gradually lessen. They were smiling more, speaking more. Polite interest grew more genuine, off comments even starting to draw out giggles.
Sparrowpaw seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. It was a slow day, leaving them plenty of time to lounge comfortably in camp, sprawled on their back in the sun and staring up at the towering pine trees that surrounded camp. A flutter caught their attention, the tabby quickly rolling over and ears perking as they searched again for the movement. There- a bird, perched and within their view. They sat up.
There were plenty of birds in Twolegplace, yet not nearly as many as there were here. The birdsong that came with Newleaf was a welcoming sound day in and out, and each sighting brought a skip of excitement in their heart.
Up above, the bird sang a little tune. Lifting their chin, they tried their best to whistle one back. It chirped again, drawing out a giggle from them. Sparrowpaw gathered themself to their paws, striding as close as they could beneath the tree and craning their neck for the best view. The bird, unbothered, continued its chirps and trills.
Bouncing lightly on their paws, they swayed lightly from side to side as they switched from their imitation to singing lightly under their breath. It wasn't long before they grew louder, seating themself back down and head bobbing, eyes closing as they lost themself to the song. It was unusual for the normally soft-spoken cat, and while they weren't quite loud, it was far greater than their typical murmur.
Their voice was smooth as they sang, pleasant like the birdsong they so admired. It was a song their mother often sang to them. The memory was fond, the words engraved into their heart. Undisturbed, they would continue, off in their own pleasant world.
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