*Isn't really paying attention, and so doesn't realize that there's something odd about the brownies...until, of course, he eats one*
*POOF!*
*is suddenly a gorgeous, black furred treecat with bright green eyes* *is also very confused, and suddenly wishes he knew treecat sign, which unfortunately was only developed after his death*
*has finished eating the entirety of the kitchen's berry supply and has gone exploring...and there's something familiar about this furry six-legged thingie, or at least it's familiar to the misty human memory that seems to have been supplanted by instinct* *sniffs at it*
* moves away from the batting paw, cause ok, not cool* *....realizes that the bear is probably another person who ate the brownies* *but can't -ask- because can't -talk-* *or sign, for that matter* *...argh*
The bleeking sounds familiar in the bear's brain, but he associates it with a creature who looks slightly different than this one. If the bleeking thing is here, a tall animal that walks on two feet should be around as well.
*looks around for other bleeking things, and their associated animal*
*POOF!*
*is suddenly a gorgeous, black furred treecat with bright green eyes* *is also very confused, and suddenly wishes he knew treecat sign, which unfortunately was only developed after his death*
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*looks around for other bleeking things, and their associated animal*
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