"I wonder," Fiddlekit pondered aloud, "why the sky is blue, grass a light with green, trees so tall, its shade dances on my whiskers. I wonder why my eyes are round, my ears pointed, like my claws. I wonder why my tail can curl, my nose can twitch, the clouds can twirl. I wonder why my mother died, born me to this horrid land, with morbid past. I wonder-"
"-why you're mumbling to yourself," Innocentstare meowed from behind him.
"Mumbling what?" Fiddlekit cocked his head to one side. "I don't remember uttering a mew."
"I heard you, though," he meowed, "You couldn't possibly have said that all without a thought?" The beautiful words, poetry, couldn't possibly have been babbled incoherently!
"Hey look! I can blow bubbles with my spit!" he giggled.
Innocentstare sighed. "Of course. Without any thoughts."
OOC- I was bored. :P
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