Ren Ashpaw

*It's the first day of class and you're sitting in the back of the second row, staring out the window on the left. After a short while your eyes catch on a picture your classmate is drawing on the desk between you and the window. The drawing is a beautiful sketch of a bird on a tree branch, but below it are many hands reaching out for the bird.* *He catches you staring and he smiles softly at you before he returns to his drawing.*