It's amazing what you find when cleaning up your folders! I completely forgot about this! It's a little drabble thing I created for humanising the Kwami months ago and decided to publish it for you as the first 'Feather' in the Flock of Feathers.

Enjoy! More Feathers to come!

Fox

He walked down the hall with his shirt mostly open, showing off the abs of unknown origins but the rumours said he got into street fights or spent every spare moment at the gym. He looked up from the ground to a group of girls as they looked at him, giving them a smirk that showed off that one tooth that was just a little bit like a fang before winking playfully. They swooned and turned away to whisper and giggle together while he continued on his way, enjoying their conflict over his bad boy image and yet never daring to have the courage to talk to him. He chuckled as they vanished behind him and stuffed his hands in his pockets, taking the long walk back to his dorm. Once there, he sighed, slipped his bag off and pulled out a small brown pile of fur, giving it a loving smile and caress. "Now then my friend, let's get you fixed." He said to the well-loved teddy bear he'd found in a charity shop with its right arm almost falling off. "Some little boy or girl is going to love you when I'm done." His whole room was filled with teddies, many of them waiting for his next trip to the orphanage to give them all new homes but some would never leave his side. With a happy smile he pulled out the sowing kit and began repairing the damage.

Bee

The room was a mess, dirty bowls and tools scattered the place but at the same time a sweet mouth-watering aroma filled the air as she opened the door and took the buns out of the oven. While they cooled, a bowl of sky blue icing was made up and in no time at all a row of perfectly iced and decorated buns sat on a wire rack. Smiling at her creation, she cleared up the mess she had made then set the buns carefully on a platter and placed them on the table with a delicately written 'Please help yourself' note by the sweets. Smiling she headed off to her next class, knowing they'd be gone by the time she got back. Home time soon came and she went to get her platter and as expected it was empty, along with a small sticky note saying 'More please'. Letting out a small giggle the girl headed home already thinking about what crazy flavours and colours to use next and if they would be as much of a success as her last ones. Her culinary experiments were mostly a success but every now and then she hit a bad combination. Cheese ice cream had not been popular with anyone. Still, she continued to leave her treats for the students unable to buy the full versions. As she entered her favourite store, she beamed at the owner. "Hiya! Got anything new today? I'm in a spicy mood."

Butterfly

With soft music in the background, her paintbrush worked delicately on the canvas as she put a few more gentle strokes to her latest painting but after another five minutes she sighed, barely audible and gave up, deciding to get a drink and take a break. Glass of water in hand, she returned to her easel but not before looking at the walls, all of them covered with sketches, drawings, paintings and scraps of inspiration she'd collected, all of them arranged randomly on the wall. Smiling and glad to be alone, she slowly picked up her mixing pallet. She picked up her paint palate once more and continued her painting, soon getting lost in her creation as it seemed to come alive under her touch. Stepping back she nodded with a huge beam on her face but it fell when she realised the time. Without another second hesitation, she put her creation in a safe place then packed her bag and hurried for school, stumbling over her own feet as she got to the front door and bumped into someone who gasped in shock but managed to keep the other upright, asking if she was okay but as shy as she was. "Yes… thank you. Sorry for disturbing you." Was a whispered the whispered before she ran inside. Once there she hid in the library, found an empty corner and sat with her back to the wall, pulled out her sketchbook and pencils and once again plunged into her own world letting reality melt away.

Peacock

Everyone saw him. How could they not? He always was at the peak of fashion with the latest trends and newest items and was already ready to give people advice on outfits. He wasn't brilliant in class, in fact, most of the time when he wasn't really paying attention, spending most of his time reading fashion magazines and taking mental notes for his own creations or criticising the work of others. As he sat with one such magazine, he caught the time on the wall behind him and with a gasp, stuffed it into his bag and checked his appearance in a hand held mirror, brushing his jacket down and hurried off, away from the school and towards a small town hall not far away. It wasn't until he was inside that he slipped off his coat, shirt, folding them perfectly and opened up the bag, pulling a white tunic out with a belt around the middle. Once dressed, he headed to the other room, smiling to the group of people waiting dressed similar to him. "Right, so, let's start where we left." He said to the class as they prepared for their next self-defence class with their most unusual super fashionable cute teacher.

Cat

He had his eyes shut, enjoying the silence of the air and he warmth of the sun. Sure he was meant to be in class but the teachers were so used to him not turning up, they never even called his name in the register anymore. They were suckers to him, wasting time learning things when they could be enjoying life. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up as a cloud covered his warmth and gave a loud sigh, rolling to his knees and standing up. Waste of time, waste of energy, just... a waste. As the school bell rang and the students hurried on their ways, he watched them from his perch on the roof. No one ever noticed him. No one even knew he existed. He was just the stray student no one cared about. After a few minutes where everyone left, he began the decent into the building itself and headed for one room, glad the door was unlocked. Then again, he had stolen a key long ago so he'd lock it when he was finished. Entering he turned on a light and smiled. "Hello beautiful." He almost purred as he walked over to the piano and ran a hand over the stunning instrument. "Shall we continue where we left off?" He sat and lifted the cover over the keys then began to dance his fingers over it, the air filling with a perfect melody as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the sounds.

Turtle

He smiled to himself, clutching tight to the books in his hand. They were old, antique, rare first editions and he was lucky to have them, having saved up for ages to buy them. He looked up at the people around him as a few girls have him shy adoring smiles. He smiled back and nodded politely but said nothing, carrying on his way to class, sitting in his normal seat at the front and listening intently to what the teacher said and jotting down notes on anything he thought was important. Someone threw a ball of paper at his head when the teacher had his back turned but the green haired boy caught it before it made contact, turning in his seat and looking back at the person who'd thrown it. With a smile, he tossed it over his shoulder where it landed perfectly in the trash can. Still not saying a word, he went back to his notes, not bothered again by the others. The end of school and he began to walk home, removing his shoes as he entered. "I'm home." He said as he made his way to his room and placed his new books along with the hundreds of others. "Now... What to read tonight?"

Ladybug

Her life was full of laughter and dance, people always coming to her for help and advice on everything and anything. She was the go-to person, school council president, honour student and on the committee of at least 3 clubs. She shone wherever she went, breathtakingly beautiful, always smiling and happy, invited to every party going and the girl everyone wanted to be and every boy wanted to date. Surrounded by people who said they were her friends yet as she looked at them she found it hard to name them. She stared into the sky one day as some girls talked around her, wondering what she could do to help those around her. Everything she did was for others, never for herself, never out of self-interest. Even when she was given invitations to four events all on the same weekend, she agreed to attend each and every one, ignoring the stress it would cause her. As she sat in the branches of a tree, perhaps the only way she could get some time to herself, she sighed softly. "Would it be so wrong..." She asked the sky above. "To do something selfish?" There was no answer from the sky so she turned back to her notebook, thinking of a new song.


As I said, just a little silly thing I created but it's nice so... enjoy.