Lucetta, or Lucetta Caelestis as she was now called, was bored. Yes, bored. Now, any cat that had ever met Lucetta would know just how unusual this was. The cinnamon she-cat had an imagination bigger than the entire theme park! She could entertain herself for hours on end.
Yet somehow, she had become bored.
With a depressed sigh, Lucetta stood up and stretched. She had been lying under a climbing frame, feeling sorry for herself as time slowly went by, each second taking forever. There didn't seem to be any other cats at the old, rusted playpark. They were probably all spectating the Orientation. For a moment, Lucetta considered joining them, but quickly decided against it, as the ceremony would most likely bore her even more. She had seen what seemed like a gazillion illion trillion million KABILLION Orientations in her life. Okay, well that was a slight exaggeration. Being fourteen moons old, she figured she'd seen round about a
twelve, give or take a few, but the more she said that number, the more it sounded like a gazillion illion trillion million KABILLION. And that was (almost) certainly NOT an exaggeration.
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