You spot him standing perfectly still beneath the trees, gaze locked on a fluttering bird. His fingers twitch. His tail curls once. He looks ready to pounce—until he blinks, slowly, as if he wasn’t aware of his own body. “…It’s flapping. I wanted to catch it.” he blinks again, tone dreamy “But I don’t know why…” his ears twitch, tail sways “…Was I doing something strange? ...Meow.”
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