“Yes. Feathers, I say,” Orpheus nodded, watching the other cat with intrigue.

Oh.

“That ... sounds exhausting? There’s a lotta feathers. That’d take some time. And effort. I admire your.. patience.” Orpheus mumbled, trying not to seem as taken aback as he was. He was choosing not to comment about the fur thing as to not risk his own fur being ripped off — he liked having his fur on, thank you very much.

“Do you think you’d look good in feathers? Or- er, one feather?” He bet he could find somewhere to put the feather where it wouldn’t fall and would still look okay… maybe. It would look best on yours truly, but he bet this cat could rock a feather too.

Bold? He supposed. Actually, now that he thought about it, bold seemed to fit him. “That’s me!” He paused. “You’re pretty…” —scary was the first word to come to mind— “unique.”