Hehe. I'm actually not late! (For now..)

Musicat: I'm trying to make Goosefeather a "Jokester" to say. Unfortuanlly, Thrushpelt will become a backline character until I find a way to make him useful. As for Bluefur revealing her identity, I just realized that was a plot hole. (- - ); I'll just say that it was because she was star struck...

(Ignores Fuzzypelt)

Ivystorm: Hint, I'm a weeb. ( ^ ^) [And I just lost a viewer!]

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Disclaimer:

BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT

BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT BEWARE FUZZYPELT

April 1st, 1955. West Berlin

Chapter 17: April's Fool

Bluefur POV:

I woke up from my bunk bed, and inwardly groaned. Today was April 1st. On top of that, I had to ride with Fuzzypelt to school. After of 15 minutes of shifting in my bed, I finally climbed the ladder down from the top of the bunk bed. As soon as I touched the ladder, it began to creak.

Still sleepy, I groaned, "Fuzzypelt, give me the screws right now, and you won't get hurt."

"Fiiiiiine."

Fuzzypelt rolled out from under the bed, and threw a box on the bed, defeated.

Stalker.

After a few minutes twisting the screwdriver, I went to the bathroom and found out that all the sinks were taken. I used the time when I was waiting to plan a counter prank, and put a poncho over my regular clothes.

As I sat down at my table with my plate of scrambled eggs, Whiteye screamed from the bathroom. Fuzzypelt, madly grinning, ran and hid under a table.

＜(●｀∀´●)＞{Fuzzypelt, you wanna go!? Let's go! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!}

Who would prank a half-blind girl? That was why I thought that all the people were surprised. It would later turn out that Whiteye was a prank godess, and they were shocked that someone would willingly provoke her.

"What is going on here?!" The receptionist yelled.

As soon as she saw Whiteye's pied face, she sighed, "Fuzzypelt, apologize."

"Sorry." Fuzzypelt emerged from the table.

After the commotion calmed down, Fuzzypelt said to me, "My fingers were crossed."

I narrowly avoided sitting on jello on the bus, to the displeasure of Fuzzypelt. However, he fooled Snowfur, and he got … Punished, to say the least. As I arrived to school, I noticed that a few of my classmate were gone, and the rest were wearing protective measures. It seemed that Thrushpelt had borrowed some of his equipment.

"Where is Fuzzypelt?" Thrushpelt asked.

"He's gone." I responded.

A series of cheers filled the classroom, but was hushed by the teacher.

The teacher sighed, "We all grieve the absence of Fuzzypelt... "

"No we don't." Half our class said in unison.

"Touché."

Even with the absence of Fuzzypelt, pranks and superstition still "Freshened" the mood. Fuzzypelt, for example, spent a couple hours roaming the halls yesterday. Before I opened my locker, some red juice started spilling out, so I knew the trap. I step aside, and opened the door. I heard a "BOoOo!" and red juice sprayed the hallway. I apologized to the innocent bystanders.

It wasn't that bad as some others, though.

Thrushpelt's locker got pictures of me with (probably fake) numbers on the back them. I saw him stick one in his pocket. (- - );

Rosetail's locker got a whole bunch of cat hair on her books, and had every book she owned wrapped with the cat wallpaper that was plastered along the Youth room.

Thistleclaw got trash.

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┐( ˘_˘)┌ [That one was good]

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Looking back on it, Fuzzypelt really outdid himself. I didn't know a boy like him could have done that much in a few hours.

The rest of the day was a breeze. Without Fuzzypelt's fearless devotion to pranks, and the pandamonium he would have made, the other prankers lost courage to wreak havoc. I did prank my sister as I unscrewed the salt shakers, but other than that, I didn't prank anyone.

Rosetail tried to get his brother to sit on jello, but failed, and sat in her own jello. That was the only thing interesting.

I got off the bus, and walked the remaining ten minutes to the orphanage. As I opened the door, I saw a man in a old-fashioned coat.

Due to my fatigue, I walked to my bed, and climbed the ladder. But it fell backwards…

\\( - -) […Mouse-dung, did I fall for the trap…]

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I crashed to the ground, and Fuzzypelt rolled out from the bed, and started hysterically cracked up.

He laughed, "Did you fall for that? You caught it the first time! Stuuupid!"

"Since when did you take drugs." I rubbed my forehead.

"Ever since you found a boy that likes you."

Oh F**-***g you.

I got up immediately, and hit my head against a cabinet. Fuzzypelt scrambled out, and I, still dizzy as a drunk, pursued him. Fuzzypelt used the "terrain" of the hallway, and he flew across the orphanage, while I trailed behind him. Luckily, there was a crowd of people preventing him from keeping on running.

As I flew through the hall, I wondered why there were so many people.

Clearly, Fuzzypelt was thinking the same thing.

"NOW!" I heard Whiteye's signal.

Fuzzypelt's eyes widened as he saw that he was directly over a net.

[…] ( - -)

The net sprang up and suspended Fuzzypelt in the air.

Under it was a group of victims with feathers.

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Fuzzypelt looked horrified, "Bluefur? Please save me. Bluefur?"

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"Get him."

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I left Fuzzypelt to the mercy of his targets.

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"Bluefur, come fast please! Bluefur! Please! BLUEFUR PLEASE HELP M-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHheHEARHEAJHFNJAEFIWAUAHILFUHLWEOI

꒰( ｀꒳´)꒱ [He IS laughing, so it must be fine, right?] {AHFOIHWAEFLASKDjngfWAIEHRFAKSMHEAHEFASEIHFSTARCLANPLEASE}

Shorter chapter today, since It's fall break. (Actually should be the other way around though)

In my defense, I had to visit potential high schools because my current school only goes up to 8th grade.

Anyways, I guess that I'll see you next week! (^^ )