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Buttercup was... gone.
There wasn't much of an absence felt without them, but they were certainly missing, and that couldn't be good. Though minimal signs of struggle decorated their living space, it was clear that something was off here. Tufts of brown tabby fur, the smell of chemicals. What in the world had happened?
[size=5pt]© feral #buttercupbc[/size]
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