Brooklyn rubbed his arms, looking up at the moon and scowling slightly. Why did they have to never see the sun? Winter would be tolerable if they could! Sighing, Brooklyn adjusted his scarf so it wouldn't fall off and jumped off the top of a building. Gliding peacefully, he reflected on his clan-mates. Broadway and Angela were on a vacation to Guatemala to visit with Zaffiro's clan, Lexington was building motorcycles, Hudson had a cold and a scratchy voice, Goliath and Elisa were- He cut himself off. He did not need to think about what they might be doing, now that they were mated and had oh-so-secretively left for Elisa's apartment. Flying to the park, rather than by Elisa's as he normally did, he landed on a tree branch and wrapped his wings around himself. A pitiful mewling in the snow interrupted his new train of thought, and he jumped down. A calico cat looked up at him with wide eyes. "Hey there," said Brooklyn, holding out his hand. The cat cautiously watched him for a bit, then touched his hand with its nose before butting its head against his palm. He smiled and gently scratched the cat's head. "You a stray?" asked Brooklyn. The cat, predictably, didn't answer. Instead, it struggled through the snow towards him until he picked it up and gently scratched under its chin. "I'm sure Goliath would let me keep you..." he said, spreading his wings and climbing into a tree. The cat mewed and closed its eyes, falling asleep against the warmth of his chest as he took off into the night.
Read that, and dare to attempt to tell me that that is NOT cute.