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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 14:25:42 GMT -6
Ginger, sorry for lateness. Melony smiled as she saw a squirell approach her. Prey tendedd to like her more than other cats she knew. She theorized that it was because she had never killed any of them. The small swcent of death didn;t mark her as it marked many more cats less wild and free than her. Wasn't that why she liked cats arround here though? They weren't tainted by the ferocities of the world as many other was, not hardened in the heart, and crtainly much slower to jump to violence. She walked deeper into the city, looking up as she heard another cat's footstepps. "Oh, hello." she said to the other cat.
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