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    Siren lounged lazily in the sun streaming from one of the many windows of the Elite manor, her blue fur shimmering in the light. She was relaxed, more relaxed than she had been for some while. Her training with Lorem was going well, and she was continuing to grow strong. Every day she worked from what seemed to be dawn to dusk, and it was time for a break.

    The pretty blue mackerel opened her deep blue eyes to stare at the other trainee. Siren had been content with her break, couldn't the tom see that? However, it only took one look over the handsome cream colored tom to recognize who had decided to join her. "Dante, was it?" mewed Siren. She remembered him from Harley's game of spin the bottle.

    [font=georgia]Siren gracefully rolled over so her paws were all securely on the ground. She began to stand, arching her back so her frame was elongated. She blinked, her deep blue eyes burning through the other trainee. "Yes sir," she mewed as she began to move towards him. "So what are you doing in this little corner of the manor?"