NaNoWriMo is coming around the corner. Luckily, no one has expectations for me to do it! (^ｖ^) I got this chapter out early, though...

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Musicat: 1) Hehehehehe. You'll love an arc I'm prewriting right now. 2) English as in the theme or the dub language? 3) …(Ignoring my terrible grammar) The pickup line was actually one my friend used. Obviously, you could see what happened. As for Fuzzypelt, the next couple of chapters are going to center around him. Then, I'll might actually develop Thrushpelt!

Realizing that I have just left him in the dust...

Ivystorm: oof indeed. Also, Geography is pretty hard. (Flex Incoming) Though I did get 17th in the US. To be honest, Geography's not that useful, but it's good flex material since it's really easy to get really good at it and all the smart people go to mathcounts or something like that.

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Disclaimer: RomCom ahead. Prepare to be fluffed. (And Fuzzed)

September 1955, W. Berlin

Chapter 19: Euphoria

Fuzzypelt's POV:

"Your bill is paid by a mister … "Goosefeather". You're free to go!" The nurse said as she patted my hair. I could see that she was forced to act happy though.

"Thanks." I grumbled.

I walked out of the waiting room with my new cast, and saw Whiteye.

"What did you do.." She sighed. The look on her face seemed as if her son just forgot how to add.

"Very helpful, Whiteye." I rolled my eyes.

"Somebody will be picking up me and you to the orphanage." She helped me out of the hospital.

"Who?" I asked, walking in front of her.

"You'll see." She said.

"Is it someone interesting?" I hide my curiosity.

"Well..."

Could this be a cool person? I've been dying of boredom at the hospital and Whiteye wasn't helping.

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Turns out it was Goosefeather in his classic overcoat attire.

I sighed, "It's you."

Goosefeather rolled his eyes.

The car ride was quite boring.

As I walked into the orphanage, I saw Sunstar waiting for me. He brought me into a side room.

"Fuzzypelt, due to your injury, Bluefur will be training with me."

[Great. I've been replaced] ( _ _ )

He continued: "Feathertail has finished his mentorship, and is being transferred to a different agency. You have the choice to learn support from Stonepelt, or medical procedures from Goosefeather."

"I'll go with Goosefeather." I said. "I can't use a rifle with a broken arm."

"Great." He said.

[I did fail didn't I? I don't deserve to be back on the front lines]

—Next Week—

"Great, What do I do?" I asked Goosefeather.

"It's pretty simple. When the agents finish their mission, they're pretty spent. It's our job to take care them." Goosefeather explained, turning his overcoat into an apron.

[That's pretty neat, however...]

"Is that a waste of the engineering department's time?" I asked.

"It was a gift." Goosefeather responded after some time.

Ahhh… Perhaps it was his old girlfriend. He does mention her a lot. Perhaps he could tell me about her one day...

"Let's start with cooking." Goosefeather led me into a kitchen.

"I don't know how to cook." I said, nervously. I probably should have gone with Stonepelt...

"I didn't either at your age." Goosefeather patted my head. "Let me teach you how to cook eggs."

"Can't I learn to cook steak or something?" I asked.

Goosefeather heated the stove, "I would teach you, but Sunstar will get pissed that we're using expensive food, so not now. Besides, it your first day."

"Okay." I said.

"If you pay attention, I will teach you how to make margaritas." He promised me.

"Isn't that illegal or something?" I asked.

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"Welcome to Germany."

Learning how to cook eggs were pretty hard. I eventually didn't burn one, but it was my sixth try. Goosefeather was pretty chill, and knew how to teach. He's better than my Fox-dung science teacher. He doesn't know anything.

I had made snacks with Goosefeather for the whole agency. It's pretty easy to make (buy) graham crackers, actually. It's difficult to make them look good, though.

I first went to Thrushpelt. After he finished his obstacle course, which seemed pretty easy, he thanked immediately me, and grabbed a handful. He was so sweaty, though.

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Liikkkkkkke Ew.

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( ^ ^) {These are pretty good!}

[He didn't even wash his hands] (- _ - );

Goosefeather gave him and Adderfang, his mentor, a towel form his overcoat pocket. He didn't take it out though...

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it actually printed from the pocket.

"Always have towels on hand. Keep that in mind." He said, buttoning his coat pocket.

"Got it." I said.

[What else can that thing do?]

We went to Rosetail next. She was blowtorching something. I looked around and saw that Rosetail's mentor wasn't there, so I stepped inside

"Do you want a graham cracker?" I asked.

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She must of not heard me over the sound, so I said it louder.

"Do You Want A Graham Cracker?"

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She didn't turn around. I looked at Goosefeather. He was wearing ear muffs, that was attached to his (way more than) multi-purpose overcoat. I guess the sound was to loud for him.

Goosefeather understood the situation, so he pulled me out of the room.

He closed the door, and said, "If you want to get their attention, you have to get in front of them. They won't hear you. Also, wear ear plugs. They protect your ears. You want to wear them if you want you ears intact. It might not hurt now, but it will later."

[Okay...]

Wearing my new ear muffs, I walked to the bench. It was facing the wall, so I couldn't get in front of her. I turned to Goosefeather, and he did a twirly thing with his finger, and pointed in my direction.

I spun around, and Goosefeather facepawed. He pointed at the wall.

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Mind you, I was thinking while balancing a platter of graham crackers.

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I turned towards the wall. There were a couple of gadgets on the wall. I pointed to a box on the wall. He shook his head.

I pointed to a gun like gadget that had neon blue stripes. He furiously shook his head motioned for me to come.

When I could hear him, he said, "Pull the electric plug, genius."

I could hear him mumble, "...That Stupid….I...young."

[Was that necessary?] (◔̯◔)

I walked back in, and unplugged the blowtorch.

Rosetail looked at the blowtorch. She hit it against the table like a "responsible engineer" as she claims. Once it didn't turn on, she yelled, "The blowtorch is broken! We need a new one!"

"No it's fine!" I flicked her head.

Rosetail jumped a foot, and then said, "Dear Starclan! When did you get here?"

"A while ago. Graham cracker?" I grabbed the plate.

"Sure." She wiped her dust covered hands on the apron she was wearing (Which was also dusty), and went to grab a graham cracker. I quickly pulled it back.

"You're not going to eat that with your hands, right?" I glanced at her hands. They were red, and parts were purple, but most of it was black. Probably due to the dust all over the table and on her apron.

"I wiped them off." She said, and made a move for the graham crackers, which I pulled away from her reach.

"Go wash your hands." I commanded as she continued to lunge for the crackers.

"Tawnyspot's hogging the bathroom. Please?" She whined.

I thought for a second during our game of keep away. How will this work?

"How 'bout this. I feed you some graham crackers." I said.

"I'm not your girlfriend." She rolled her eyes.

"It's that or wash your hands." I sternly declared.

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[This shouldn't be this hard of a decision] (- - );

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"Fine." Rosetail opened her mouth.

[Are we really doing this?] (-_-)ゞ゛

I took a cracker, and slowly moved it to Rosetail's mouth.

The room lit up just as the graham cracker went inside Rosetail's mouth.

Rosetail bit down greedily, and a "snap" of a picture made us aware someone was taking pictures.

I turned to face whoever took the photo. I saw Goosefeather in his brown overcoat.

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[bruh]

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"I forgot to turn of the sound. Keep going!" He said, pushing his finger into a hole he made with his other hand.

I hurled the unfinished graham cracker at him. I took another cracker and aimed it until the giddy failure of a mentor ran out of sight.

"Sorry, Rosetail. It's just beca-"

"Fuzzypelt," Rosetail said.

"Yes?" I asked.

She looked down at the floor. I swore her cheeks flushed a bit pink.

"Would you….. mind feeding me more?" She stared at the ground.

┌( º □ º )┐ ! [Wait, she asked that? What is going on, What is going on, What i-]

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"Nevermind." She sighed, and turned back to the table.

"No! I mean, no. It's fine. I can do it." I said, flustered.

Holy Fox-dung.

Am I about to do this?

She turned back to me, and opened her mouth. Her cheeks turned red.

I fed her graham crackers.

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I realized my heart had been beating wildly after I left the engineering room.

"Last stop." Goosefeather said, his overcoat waving behind him.

"Yup." I said, my brain fuzzy from the...

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Heck I don't know what to call it. Encounter? Meeting? My near teen hormones were destroying my brain.

"You look like you're drunk." Goosefeather noted.

"Great." I giggled.

(/●◔∀◐●)/ {Absolutely marvelous! Suburb!}

"And he's drunk." Goosefeather muttered. "You didn't even kiss her. You got out at first base..."

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"You're making me look irresponsible."

"Uh Sure sure." I stumbled around, intentional this time.

Goosefeather rolled his eyes, and said, "If you don't stop this, I won't teach you how to make alcohol."

"Okay." I stood up straight.

We both went into my old training room to find Bluefur furiously nailing a punching bag that I used to have.

"Graham crackers?" I asked, putting on a cheery mask.

"Sure." Bluefur walked over to me.

"Wash your hands." I said to her preemptively.

"How 'bout you give me your gloves instead." She said.

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That was actually a good idea. I should have thought of that. I took of my gloves, and gave them to Bluefur.

[What if I thought about that before?]

I would had avoided the ….. situation, no doubt.

Would that have been good?

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No.

I guess I was lucky our little genius didn't think of that.

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"Let's make some alcohol." I said to Goosefeather.

Did you get Fuzzy inside? *Laughing manically while everyone clicks off this fanfiction*

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Anyways, I got report card day off, so I actually finished this chapter early! Big brain, right?

Next chapter is about Crookedjaw so I hope you haven't forgot about him! (I wrote it in a chess high, though)

See you next week! (On Tuesday. There's no way I could be responsible for two weeks in a row)