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WE BLAME THE TICK TOCK, THAT TICKS TO OUR SONG

The young Jedi sheepishly smiled, ear flicking as he turned to regard the incoming sand cat.  There was not a single doubt in his mind she might actually push him in, though he noticed she was a little fretful-looking.  Given her clear status as a native desert-dweller, he was willing to bet the water made her antsy.  "I think I'll pass," he chuckled nervously, shaking his head.

"I'm... Trying to fish, I guess.  I'm not really sure how to go about it." The mountain cat turned his head sharply as others arrived, blinking as Argus offered some advice.  His eyes brightened as he listened, inclining his head lightly as the wolf spoke.  Glancing back at the water, the feline took a step back, worried that it was already too late to hide his shadow effectively.  He had not really thought of that.  Fish, being underwater, would take different methods of hunting, wouldn't they?  Perhaps he didn't even have to jump in the water.

But they looked a little too far to just swipe out of the water.  He sighed.  Patience was not an issue.  Lavi had spent moons mastering patience; proper mediation required the ability to calm one's mind and body.  If he needed to be still and wait, he could, but that wasn't always the answer, and he had to wonder if perhaps he shouldn't be fishing after all. There was other, easier prey to catch for his clanmates.

So he scooped a little sand in his paw before letting it slowly fall into the water, quieting his mind, just barely tuning into the other voices around him.  A child, another wolf and a serval, the latter of whom rather opinionated.  He shrugged.  "Not everyone hates them," he pointed out mildly.  "I'm not fishing for myself, anyhow, though it wouldn't hurt to try them once." Lavi was not sure if he'd take to fish - they seemed odd-textured to him, and smelled funny - but it was worth a go, and he didn't intend on trying any new food until he made sure others were taken care of.

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