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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Aug 26, 2018 13:56:05 GMT -5
Starters: A cat flew through the skies of night, searching for more winged cats for a tribe. His eyes skimmed the trees below, sharp as a hawk's eyes. His golden fur made him stand out like a lizard in the mind of a fresh-kill of mice.
(This is gonna die ;n;)
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