Yang and Blake bond over their mutual dislike of birds, particularly ravens.
Its starts off simply enough, the black feathers catching Yang's eye. She turned to see the familiar form of a raven sitting in one of the trees in the school courtyard. She didn't hesitate to pick up the first rock she saw and chuck it at the bird. She gave a snort of satisfaction as the bird flew off, shrinking into a distant speck in the sky.
"You okay?" Blake had glanced back to see the exchange.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Yang snapped back, pausing at her harsh tone.
"Your eyes are red." Blake didn't seem fazed by Yang's outburst, staring at her teammate imploringly.
"They are?" Yang asked, but she could already feel the recognizable flow of anger burning in her. "Sorry."
"I didn't take you for a bird hater." Blake chuckled slightly; her ears were still laying low though, and she was carefully watching Yang's reaction.
"Says the cat." Yang gave a laugh of her own before continuing in a softer voice. "It's just ravens though."
"Why ravens?" Blake's ears perked up slightly, awaiting Yang's response.
"My mom's name was Raven." Yang said, and Blake didn't ask for further explanation. "I've never liked having them around."
"Honestly, I don't like birds either." Blake stated. "They always mess with my faunus instincts."
"Wait, wait, wait, you mean like- you want to eat them or something? That's great!" Yang burst out into fully fledged laughter, holding her sides as a grin covered her face.
"This is what I get for trusting you." Blake muttered.
"I'm sorry-" Blake rolled her eyes and Yang huffed in between laughs. "-seriously I am, but just- oh my god you are literally a cat!"
"If I hear anyone else mentioning this I will leave you dangling off the school roof." Blake deadpanned, only serving to make Yang laugh harder than before.
"Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Yang said after she could finally breathe normally.
Blake only nodded her thanks, turning to walk back to the dorm.
Yang was soon by her side, the grin on her face turning into something more teasing. "So, does this mean you like catnip too? Or sleeping in boxes? Or-"
Blake groaned, refusing to dignify the multitude of questions with a response.