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[justify][sup]Twister sat down, happy with his catch. He had been catching more prey since he had been accepted. It was like having friends and supportive animals around him, heck, anything around him, pumped new blood into his veins and made him more of a warrior. It had been so long since he actually had friends of some sort.
Twister was about to dig into the prey he caught but, deciding otherwise, he laid the mouse on top of the freshkill pile for someone else who was hungrier than him. It was a small act of selflessness, but it made Twister feel... different.
Twister stretched his plain gray legs and stood up, wanting to do something more interesting than ponder over his boring past. Seeing a familiar chocolate she-cat, Twister padded over and mewed, "Hey, what's up?"[/fancypost]
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