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nyaTalent: It was evident that poor Furfur was a bit more... Out of it than usual. It had put so, so much of its energy into trying to find the culprit that had committed arson, it convinced itself that there was a fallen angel or risen demon at play when... Well, that simply was not the case. It was a raccoon. Just a raccoon. Nothing else. Not Uriel, not any other fallen or risen that it knew of, just... A simple raccoon. Somehow, to it, this felt... Unsatisfactory. But maybe that was only because it didn't get the chance to be the hero, it didn't get a chance to show these cats what it dedicated its life to.
It didn't get to show them just how good of a hunter it was.
Part of it wanted to, because it was incredibly good at hunting. No fallen or risen would have a chance to not be returned if it caught up to them. And yet... It knew that this wasn't going to be something it could show them- not now, nor anytime soon.
It could feel its heart sink as it began to realize something. This was supposed to be a talent show, but... It had no talents. None at all. It wasn't good at anything besides hunting! It had been made specifically by the Second Nameless Soul to hunt, all across all of its reincarnations, and it had nothing else. Nothing else special about it. What was it supposed to even show these cats? What was it even supposed to do, when it had no talents? If it really thought about it, not even hunting was a talent, it was simply a career that it had gotten good at over many incarnations...
It had absolutely nothing.
Prop: With a sigh, Furfur stood up and walked over to the pile of props that the counselors had gathered. It scanned around for a while, before seeing two things: A purple baby blanket with red heart patterns on it, and a green little plush frog. It seemed torn between these two items, not because either would be useful for its non-existent talent, but because both... Looked like such comforting little items.
Hesitantly, Furfur decided to pick the frog- if it were going to do anything for this talent show besides sit in the crowd and mull over its untalented nature, the frog would likely have more applications than a simple blanket.
It sat away from the rest of the campers, mostly out of embarrassment, as it began to cling tightly to its new stuffed animal. Still, though, it kept its eyes on the baby blanket that remained in the pile. Well... If nobody else decided to take it, it would almost certainly snatch it for some extra warmth and comfort during this distressing time it was having.
It really just needed that comfort after everything that had happened, was happening, and will happen, both in Camp Charcuterie and beyond.