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    [justify]". . . and that's why we don't go flying off," a soft voice filtered through the pines of the forest. Candidpaw trotted along at an easy pace, little canary upon her head as she reprimanded the yellow thing. The bird flew off and got caught in a scuffle with a snake, leaving the apprentice to swoop in and save him. It just had a rather adventurous streak in it. The female rounded a trunk to be met with an eye-watering stench before quickly scrambling back into a safe zone. She pawed at her nose in an attempt to get the nasty scent out of it. "What the hell is that?" she muttered. Even her bird seemed to take a disliking to the smell, burying its beak in the fur of her head.


    Candidpaw peeked out from around the trunk with her breath held, shining hazel orbs searching for a target. "Excuse me! Who and what is with the stink?!" she called out.[/justify]

    [justify]Her bird chirruped, hopping on her head before fluttering down in front of the skunk while his master just padded even farther to get away from the smell. "You are a skunk, I'm guessing," Candidpaw called from her safety spot, still able to see the scared little thing. "A baby one too. Don't be afraid," she cooed in a gentler tone. The canary chirped happily, dancing around the skunk as if trying to cheer him up.[/justify]

    [justify]Candidpaw blinked at his words. "You mean, you don't live here?" She tried to confirm. That was odd. It wasn't like lost animals were uncommon, but skunks were seen often around here so there was no reason for a lost baby skunk. The canary chirruped at the happy state of the skunk and hopped closer, pecking gently his paw. "So where did you come from, and how did you get here in the first place?"[/justify]

    [justify]Cottonpaw's gaze softened and she put aside the stench to comfort the little skunk, padded softly up to him. "Hey, it's okay," she mewed softly. "There are a million stumps out there, but it's safe here at least. You can find your family soon once you grow up; it won't do much good for a helpless skunk to go out searching on its own," she reasoned, petting the soft head with a gentle paw. The canary chirped in agreement, pecking the skunk's paw once more.[/justify]

    [justify]The female sat as a white lump on the outskirts of camp hunched over a yellow object. Poking persistently but prodding gently she seemed to talk to herself. "Oh, come on little one, open your beak. Just one little note," she murmured quietly. Candidpaw was stressed as hell with this canary, as much as she loved it, but it wouldn't sing anymore. The little melodies and tunes it made echo through the pines were gone and stuck in its throat. She sighed, watching the little bird hop innocently from one foot to the other with worried hazel eyes. [/justify]

    [justify]The canary liked this game of "peck and prod", releasing a sweet string of notes as it was pushed gently back. It hopped back up and pecked the skunk once more. Candidpaw purred softly with the way his fuzzy fur felt pushing against her own. "Stay with me?" She echoed with a frown etched into her maw. "Of course you can; but not in our camp, definitely not. You're going to have to stay in another den until you can control your stink," the apprentice laughed softly. I don't even know how to take care of a skunk, what the hell am I supposed to do?! a voice screamed inside her head, but the light expression remained on porcelain features.[/justify]

    [justify]Her white head lifted from the bird and turned her gaze to the small kitten, porcelain features creased with embarrassment. "Hello," she murmured softly, then answered with a clearer voice, "I- My bird won't sing anymore, and I don't know what to do. . . " Said canary hopped up to Kissingkit with a light chirrup, pecking at her paw gently in great interest.[/justify]

    [justify]The bird, seemingly happy with all the attention, hopped from each newcomer with a gentle peck and chirp as greeting. Her gaze sweeped the tiny crowd and just decided to address them all with the subject. "Canaries always sing, right? Well here's mine, but it won't sing a single note!" She cried in obvious frustration. "It chirps, but can't belt out a melody as usual. I don't know if it's sick, and I'm no bird whisperer." Little canary took interest in Ghostlyvoice as if it knew the feline couldn't speak, and pecked her paw.[/justify]

    [justify]Candidpaw, feeling the confusion with everyone, decided to go back a little. "It's been around a week since the last time he sang anything. The first day he stopped I just assumed he was too happy and sang too much; needed to rest, you know? But for days he only chirped. Then starting just yesterday his feathers started falling out, and not just one or two, large amounts of yellow," the apprentice concluded. As if on cue the bird shook its feathers out in a yellow blur, a soft cloud of feathers now surrounding the canary.[/justify]


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    [justify]A white figure sat alone on the outskirts of camp where the sun had fancied its stay. Air was cool and atmosphere just absolutely lazy on such a beautiful day, Candidpaw has no intentions of doing much that day except talk absentmindedly to her canary. ". . . and then she said- hey, where are you going!" In the middle of a one-way conversation the yellow bird had fluttered off upon spotting something interesting. The curious canary had landed in front of Belkit tilting its little head and chirruping happily. The apprentice still had yet to find where it went amidst her cursing the fluttery thing. [/justify]

    [justify]Upon hearing the word 'molt' the bird chirped in response, a quick little 'yes'. Candidpaw frowned slightly. "So, is this molting the reason for it?" She confirmed. It wasn't like loosing feathers was the shock, but the fact that it could stop her canary from singing was; who ever heard of feathers being attached to their vocal cords?[/justify]