Raven's Watch your memories wrapped within paper and twine

still puffed up like a startled hedgehog, caw hunches his shoulders and peers at the cat, eyes narrowed to slits of bloody crimson.

"is no," he affirms, lifting himself higher on his spindly legs. he is not very tall. which he usually does not mind but is a bit unfortunate now! the cat is much bigger than he is, just like the last cats, but it does not stop him from making himself look as big as possible. "food for ravens!"

vrána snaps her beak. she tugs back on his shoulder again just in time for the cat to start lumbering towards them, and then she gives another deafening screech directly into caw's ear and lifts away, catching the side of his face with the edge of her wing.

caw yelps, blinking as he furiously shakes his head and nearly overbalancing himself. vrána croaks back down at him and sweeps up to the cliffs and he is also very aware she will come back down if she thinks he is in actual danger. and a cat could probably eat her in one bite. which caw does not want.

but that does not mean he can just leave! luckily the cat seems a bit more interested in him than his rabbit for now.

"vrána helps," caw trills. there is a birdlike chirp to his voice and a birdlike vigilance to the way he watches the big cat, shifting with him to make sure he cannot get at the offering at his back. "beak is good to help put feathers in!"

and he is still paying attention. but. "birb," caw repeats thoughtfully, turning his head to blink up at the cliffs. "borb. why called that? is different language?"