Pouncival stared off into space, oblivious to the tall black and white tom approaching from behind. Alonzo waved a paw in front of Pouncival's face, sending him crashing down from whatever fantasy he'd been lost in.

"Everything quiet?" Alonzo asked.

Pouncival nodded. "Cori and Tanto left a while back, but I didn't bother to ask where they were going… Coricopat looked rather sour."

Alonzo leaned back, watching the sky as it gradually darkened. "Probably 'cause he didn't get to dance with anyone but his sister last night." The two toms snickered lightly. Coricopat had, of course, asked several queens to dance with him, but they had either been asked already, or they were too weirded out by him to say yes.

"Anyway, I don't think they'll get into any trouble, what with those visions of theirs." Pouncival yawned and stretched, arching his back. Alonzo raised his eyebrow as he heard several pops along the smaller tom's spine.

"How long have you been sitting here?" Alonzo asked, concerned for his friend.

Pouncival scrunched his nose, going slightly cross-eyed as he thought back to his day. "Since noon, I think?"

Alonzo shook his head. "Get back to your den. I'll take over from here."

Nodding gratefully, Pouncival stood and stretched as he realized how tired he was.

=^..^=

Coricopat had to admit, his sister knew just how to cheer him up. They had spent the entire afternoon and most of the evening at the run-down golf course, chasing each other around the place until they were both out of breath and collapsed on the ground.

At first, he couldn't remember what had made him so grumpy in the first place. But then, as if on cue, the vision reappeared, and Coricopat had to watch his sister in pain over and over again, as if the vision had no desire to be forgotten.

Coricopat squeezed his eyes shut, hoping Tantomile wouldn't notice his threatening tears. But she noticed. She always noticed.

=^..^=

Her sides heaving from exhilaration and laughter, Tantomile lay back on the over-grown grass, grinning at her brother. He was just as winded and jovial. They lay together, gazing up at the sky to watch the stars appear.

Tantomile suddenly noticed a change in Coricopat. His eyes clouded over, and despair was plain on his face; he was having a vision. She watched him try to fight his way out of it, try to stop the revelation, but to no avail. Soon his eyes were clear, and he turned away, back to his grumpy self.