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The black tom of a mere moon and a half was bored as hell. He had been in a relatively good mood until this wave of torture swept over this dungeon of a room. Enough of the gossiping queens! Off with their heads! He continuously tried to catch some of his denmate's eyes, silently begging them to do something with him. Berty slapped his sleek, dark tail down, the pair of seagreen eyes narrowing. Ugh.