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Fools padded up, a huge yawn on his maw. The dark brown and white tabby took a seat next to Lemonlime, not quite having the energy to play. He saw Summerkit and aloud a small smile to tug at the corners of his lips. He watched the game, his dark blue optics darting from player to player. "Hey, Lemonlime. How are you today?"
