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[size=9pt]( ●Lithiumclan● 14 Moons ● Mainecoon Cat ● Female ● Wears Medical mask over muzzle ● NPCXNPC ● )[/size]
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Cats, there were plenty of cats in Lithiumclan, and Biyoka was just one of the many. There were also many different breeds of cats, American Shorthair, Calico, Siamese, Norwegian Forest, Russian Blue, the list just goes on from there. But Biyoka, a fine specimen of the Longhaired Mainecoon breed of cats, still wasn't very....cat-like, to say the least. She was bad at climbing trees, she hadn't coughed up a hairball ONCE in her life despite her sickly state that would probably last an entire century at least. No, if she could live that long, it would last until the end of time itself.
That's exactly what the feline was pondering right now, if she really felt like she could be more cat like. And showing that she was pondering this little question by pacing around her room, almost hitting her toe on a small desk she had gotten in there for reasons unknown besides her puppeteer Fae wanting her to stub her toe on it and feel pain. Somehow a little mouse was able to get into the room and ran around before backing up to a corner. “Do you think I can be cat like, little mouse?” Biyoka asked the rodent, turning around to face it. Well that answer was obvious by the time she had finished talking to the rodent. Of course not, she was talking to a mouse instead of killing it, of course she wasn't meant to be cat-like, even as a feline.
Biyoka then thought of something and said “Cats eat mice, and I'm talking to a mouse instead of killing it on the spot....” Then the Mainecoon unsheathed her claws and looked at the sharp objects before slamming her paw down onto the mouse, who was still cowering in the corner of her room. When the blood got on her claws, she made a audible “eugh” sound and went to clean her claws on some sort of cloth that WASN'T her medical mask. Killing the mouse was gross and Biyoka felt gross, especially since the poor thing wasn't even out in the wild. All he wanted was some sort of home gods d#mnit. Why did Biyoka feel so bad for killing something that was prey!? Sure, she felt fine killing birds and squirrels and whatnot, but mice? Somehow that was a issue for her, not very cat like at all.
Okay, so maybe being cat-like wasn't for her.
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