Username: literal.swag.
Cat Name: Glenn
Gender: male
Rank: honorary bird expert
Clan: amaryllis groupAge: 1 year
Prompt: this is really rushed and not my best but i wanted to give an entry for this kitty so here you go 😭 <3 grammar is probably absolutely poopySurprisingly, Glenn
hates birds, and yet, he is tortured by them every day. The window know this, flittering and transparent, seeing all and saying nothing. They just, they don't leave him alone. It's been like this since he was a kit! From its place steadfast ingrained in the wall of the home. Glenn was a twoleg's kittypet when he was a kit, loved and cherished with the freedom of being able to explore. The window watched over him everyday, observant and silent. When he was a handful of moons old, Glenn was padding about the garden, kicking at the grass and tackling flower stems. He was trotting atop the garden's edge made of stone, when a dove hatchling dropped atop the stone before him, downy feathers puffed and fluttering. The chick chirped at him, bouncing up and down with delight. It started to peck at his feet, inviting him to play. If the window could, it would've chuckled. It watched the two, watched as annoyance flooded the kitten so much it had nowhere else to go but his fur, puffing it into a sad semblance ferocity.
The chick did not budge though, it continued to peck and prod, hopping around the annoyed kitten with a joy only belonging to the youth. Glenn hissed, puffing and stamping his paws forward in an attempt to scare this nuisance off. It was amusing to watch as Glenn was always mild mannered and docile, rarely daring the even play with his toys within the house. The drastic change in personality was quite ironic to watch. He only acted this way with his bird toys, who had been quickly thrown out when the twolegs had seen the way he reacted so negatively towards them. The refractions of light against the window glinted as the chick took off, only to return a few minutes later with a random object it had found. As the sun began to sink lower into its spot on the horizon, the window glinted harshly.
Glenn's ears folded against his head as he sprinted towards his kitty door. The chick followed close behind, hopping quickly close behind, pecking at the puffiness of the kitten's tail. The kitty door was locked though, and Glenn was forced to deal with the annoying bird and it meeped and chirped, hopping around him with the intention to make friends.
The days came and went within the shades of the window, painting it pink and yellow and twilight. It knew the time for Glenn to wander about the garden was growing near, and it knew that the bird was already waiting for him. Glenn hopped upon the sill, pressing his face against it, fogging the glass with his moist breath. It watched as he hopped down and trotted through the kitty door, unaware of the pest awaiting him. Warmth painted through it and onto the sleeping kitten below it. It watched as the chick hopped closer before pouncing onto the kitten and pecking him softly. The window watched this dynamic grow and develop as the days sparked this glass alight and the night lulled it asleep. Soon, the window had born witness to the next step into this forced friendship, Glenn naming the bird. He named her Roxanne.
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