Orpheus was bored. Not the boredest of the bored, but on a scale of one to Orpheus (he was a 10/10, of course!), he was a solid 6. What did that mean? Well, that meant he had to go find someone to bug, of course. His first thought on how to start a conversation was to go up and punch a cat, which would work pretty well as an ice breaker, but it’d also probably start a fight and Orpheus didn’t want to die today. His second thought was far more peaceful — collecting colorful feathers to try to stick in someone’s fur. He couldn’t think of any other ideas, so that was the plan he went with.

Hours of searching later, Orpheus had found exactly one feather… and it was barely colorful. White and gray. Oh well, it would have to do. Now to find a cat — hopefully, that wouldn’t take as long, considering how many cats it seemed were around here.

The dork came up to the first cat he saw, which happened to be…. a liiiiitle scary seeming. Too late now. “Hey! You!” He called, holding his singular feather in his mouth. Hmm.. he pictured it for a sec. The feather would look pretty nice in the other outsider’s fur. The colors would match, sort of. Maybe. They’d see — that is, if Orpheus could even get the feather in their fur. He’d try his best. “How do you feel about feathers?”

Cold. So cold. Brrrr. Eep. Orpheus wanted to be waaaaarm. He didn’t know how to get warm, though :( He could steal someone’s fur,,, or borrow some cat’s den,, or.. find a snuggle buddy! He liked that last idea the best. Now, to find a qualifying candidate! He needed someone.. cozy. Orpheus glanced around intently before setting his eyes on the one. A smile formed on his face as he quickly scampered over to them, eager. At one point, he was five seconds away from tripping before he turned it into a ‘cool’ drop-and-roll, pretending that it was the plan all along.

“You!! You you you!! What’s your name???” He asked, sitting down comfortably. “I have a job for you!” This cat’s fur looked so.. nice. Warm. Warm colors, too. Perfect! He hoped the cat would go along with his idea! If not,,,, er— well, this would be awkward.

Orpheus was spending a lot of time doing absolutely nothing, so when he saw someone doing something, he couldn’t help but walk himself over. He slipped behind them, not caring if the cat noticed or not - he wasn’t trying to hide, he just wanted to have a cool introduction.

“They won’t miss the webbies but they’ll sure as stars miss your cool self!” Orpheus butted in after the cat said something. “Aye, hi, I’m Orpheus!” He introduced himself, saying his name a little louder than the other words to add some pizzazz and specialness to it. On another note, he wasn’t really understanding why anyone would miss webs. Did they do stuff? Maybe it’d be fun to play with ‘em - stick em and claw em and tear em and stuff. He’d never tried it. Were webs edible? Food? So many possibilities, so little factual information.

He looked around for a second, hoping the cat didn’t go away while he searched for a web. It took a minute, but after walking around a small ways away, he found a weak little web sheltering in some low branches. He snatched it up before walking back to his fellow outsider, then set the web down before poking and prodding at it. Some of the web lines tore as he jabbed, and although it was pretty satisfying watching the bits rip, Orpheus wouldn’t call it fun. Hmm — so he could cross that off the list of possible uses. Err— maybe it was easier to just ask. “Whatcha need webs for, anyway?” He mumbled, looking at the cat.