soup salad - p, beck

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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Feza's ears swiveled a little upon noticing the other's smile. This wasn't exactly a festivity of a sort and briefly her mind struggled to grasp what she'd done to warrant such a thing. All that she had done was state that she had built the entire enclosure of sorts from the ground up. It had taken a couple long hours and lots of trial and error to get it exactly how she wanted it. How the caterpillars would probably want it, too. Feza wasn't sure too sure about their exact opinions of the enclosure, but she figured that they had to be happy if more and more of them kept on arriving. "Yup! A roof, keep the- it'll keep the rain off. An' birds away. I think. Hopefully." Feza had already said such a thing, but her sporadic mind assured her that this would simply be the first time. The guardsman nodded her head to add emphasis to her words. "Ah its not... that smart. Just figured it'd be a nice, it'd be a real nice thing to do for them," the snow leopard added. What neighbor would she be if she let birds swoop down and snatch the caterpillars away? Not a good one, and that was why the netting for a roof had to be made.

Feza knew that the names for the caterpillars were a little odd. Yet again, Feza figured her name was quite odd. It wasn't common for certain, but Feza didn't really grasp what 'common' was. Being alone a lot, she figured as well, would cause for such a thing. Her pleased expression falters a little when the term 'doctor' is placed before the near same pronunciation of the caterpillar's name and her face scrunches up. "He's a doctor? I had no idea a caterpillar could be so talented!" She cheers with a happy wag of her tail. "Where's your degree? Come on! You can show us!" She moves her head closer to the wriggling caterpillar that does not even pause in its constant squirming towards whatever it was that had snatched its attention.

When asked about how they got their name the festive feline raised one of her paws. They were free of any sort of ailment from her craft although the sheer fluffiness of her paws likely was just as good at hiding scabbed paws as actual covering would be. Aches, however, could not be accounted for on the basis of visualization alone. "Oh. Uh. I can't talk to them. But I met someone who can! So I'll get a few caterpillars and go out and find him. Ask for their names, usually. Don't wanna bother, don't wanna bother someone with way more important stuff to do." Feza rambles while she settles down more on the ground. Her wings flex into a more comfortable position, the last one having grown uncomfortable. "I had no idea caterpillars could be doctors though. It, it totally makes sense though. Because they're, they're small, you know? Can probably see stuff way better," Feza says as she flexes a paw towards the enclosure of wriggling insects.

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