It's so cute ·open· like a little fluffball

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    While taking a little walk through the territory, doing his usual exploration of the grounds, Kenny found a young owl, too young to fend for itself but old enough to fly. The kitten now sits with the white avian cradled in his paws, a cooing pur emitted from his throat.


    "Little bird, little bird, you're so fluffy like a snowball, like a snowball, covered in alpaca hair!" A very strange lullaby of sorts.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; with: 400px][justify]In her mind, a bird was prey. Food. The only meaning behind its existence was for her. So she could eat, so she could live, so she could survive. In her mind, everything revolved around her, for the sake of her. But that was just her. The jawless lupine known more commonly as Akane padded over the tom, spotting the avian cradled in his paws, the twisted words he spoke with and cocked her head, taking a small seat. She cocked her head as if to say, "Whatcha got there?", hoping for a reply.

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    "Hi! I'm Kenny!" He says softly, still cradling the white chicklet. "This is my owl I found. I don't have a name for her yet."