Redhawk Caldera Just a harmless prank...

It never really occurred to Titmouse that his siblings were all dark-furred creatures. He wasn't aware of his own looks at this point, and overall it wouldn't have mattered, especially since they all looked like dark blobs to him right now anyways. As an adult he would likely tell each of them apart by looking for the orange on their bodies — the last remnants of a mother he'd never meet, sadface — but for now he lumped all the Small Things together.

And this Small Thing was actually giving him attention! Usually they pushed him away with their flailing paws (and to be fair, he did the same to them) or they competed over meals and squabbled over the ensuing mess after a meal (of which Titmouse remained the king) but not today. The swatting paw and eventual slip of his opponent was met with an even bigger, more obnoxious series of giggle-snorts. Titmouse dove towards Towhee in the next instant, trying to grab her paws with his mouth, and only really tripped himself up on his dumb paws and went slamming in to her tummy — turning the two of them in to a puddle of black-and-silver.