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pride in the tom flared through the lean tabbys chest, and she resistes the urge to smile. not that the situation made her happy – it was all very sad, really – but that her leader saw the same side of her argument, which seemed to be the minority among these she cats.
gaze shifting to the appeentice, her eyes almost begged the fem to leave. she'd never exactly been the chasing type.