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WE BLAME THE TICK TOCK, THAT TICKS TO OUR SONG

I'm not good at this.  Lavi sighed, ear flicking.  The scruffy andean cat leaned over the crystal water, a pair of brown hues gleaming in uncertainity and determination.  Their sister had gotten good at swimming at one point in her life, but Lavi had never truly mastered the art of hanging around water.  Previously a tree-dweller, now a mountain cat, perhaps swimming was never meant to be his expertise.  However... He was not going to sit idly while his clanmates and their allies worked to keep them on their feet.

He wished he could still shift.  This was not his birth body, albeit that one was technically dead, but it was not the only form he had ended up in unwittingly.  Being a lion again wouldn't hurt, given the larger size and stronger stature.  Lions weren't meant for fishing either though... Kriffing hell.

Lavi knew he couldn't grab a fish unless he actually dove in there.  What's the worst that could happen? ... Other than drowning, of course.  The feline bit back another sigh, tail slashing to and fro.  He was fully prepared to leap, if he could just convince himself to do it.

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