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Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

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On a day with as bright of sunshine as this, Duchess couldn't pass up the opportunity to lounge in one of the nearby trees by the riverside farmhouse that her and her mother called home. The branch was large and sturdy enough to hold her but there wasn't many leaves that decorated the trees like it used to conceal her black and white pelt with the thick foliage, but it wasn't like she had much to threaten her at the moment, except for slipping and falling to the ground maybe, but she trusted the sturdiness of the tree.

The sound of paws crunching on snow caused Duchess' ears to perk up for a moment and she opened her relaxed hazel eyes and glanced down from her vantage-point in the tree, recognizing a familiar ginger pelt. A smirk graced the corners of her lips as she studied the best way to get down from the tree, as she had done many times before.

The luxuriously long-furred she-cat jumped down from the tree branch by branch until she hit the safety of the ground with a satisfying 'cruuunch' and let out a chuckle. "I figured I’d see ya again soon… just didn’t know when." She purred, her tone easygoing and certain, as if she knew he would show up sooner or later. "How ya been, Noah? Feels like it’s been a while."

"zzZZzz"

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Noah, who had previously been staring down at his paws, looked up as Duchess stood in front of him, the tom beaming before basically pouncing on her. "Duchie! You're back!" the tom purred. "I've been cold... But besides that I've been well. What about you? The humans keeping you warm?" The last thing Noah wanted was for Duchess get sick but with the many vet-checkups she got the tom wasn't surprised that he had never seen her get sick before. Most kittypets were like that. Noah had no idea how vets worked. He'd gone once

Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

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"I’m back? You came to me, Noah—this is where I live, ain’t it?" Duchess tilted her head and let out a playful laugh, her tone was teasing but friendly as she spoke to her dear friend, weather he came from his own fruition or not, he was welcome, any cat was welcome at her farmhouse. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, smug and cunning, almost charming, one could say "Seems like ya just couldn’t get enough of me." she added, her tone was smug but still had its friendly twang.

Duchess shrugged at the notion of her people keeping her warm, she enjoyed leaving the house most days and exploring each and every corner of the territories, at this point, there wasn't a place she didn't know. "Well… warm enough. They can’t keep me cooped up in that farmhouse forever, y’know?" she chimed lightheartedly with a little rebellion in her voice, the black and white she-cat wrapped her tail around her body and let out a small smile.

As the wet snow drenched the fur on her paws, Duchess gave each a small flick to get the majority of the water off of them, however she hardly seemed to mind this as she didn't really draw much attention to it or herself while she did so. "Not as many mice ‘round out here, though. Still a bit too cold for ‘em, sadly." she shrugged, speaking rather matter-of-factly as she took a few licks of the white fur on her chest

"zzZZzz"

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"Oh well I guess that's true." Noah responded simply, the tom chuckling briefly. When the molly's laugh rang in his ears the tabby couldn't help but purr, the sound rumbling from his throat. "I can never get enough of you... Maybe one day I'll come live with you. Are you okay with that?" Noah's tone was a genuine one. The tom really did want to stay with Duchess. Besides, Raven would be an adult soon and she could manage on her own. If Duchess' humans liked pretty cats then Noah was definitely one handsome cat.

Kindness goes a long way, but don't mistake it for weakness.

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Duchess' ears perked at the idea of Noah moving into the farmhouse and her mind drifted towards how he would fit in there with her mother. She knew that her mother could make some sassy remarks at the expense of the comfort of some weaker willed cats, but since Noah was able to deal with Duchess' sass, she didn't see why he wouldn't, but she supposed it regarded a warning.

"Well, that’s an idea… but it wouldn’t be as easy as ya think." She spoke with a light chuckle, her tone was knowing and had an experience with such a thing, after all, she knew the farmhouse like the back of her paws. "My mama’s a sassy dame—oldest in the farmhouse, to be exact." she explained, her voice held a certain fondness but it also had her usual amused drawl as she was speaking to her close friend.

A smirk formed itself across her face, a playful one yes, but one that could imply a challenge. "You’d hafta get past her if ya wanna live comfortable." she purred, giving a playful warning and her tone spelled as if she was challenging the tom-cat to try and move in with the bunch, but there was part of her that did find the idea quite enticing, it would be nice having a cat that wasn't kin lying around that was for sure. Duchess shrugged, her easygoing tone soon returning to her honey-smooth voice "But other than that, can’t see why not."