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"Get back here, little lizard!"

𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

Every single day was a new adventure! That was what the young molly liked to tell herself. Even though she could feel herself losing her kitten-like wonder slowly.

The world around her seemed never-ending though. She seemed to be able to find something or somewhere new to be curious about every other day.

That was when the she-cat spotted another, blue eyes appearing to be searching for something or someone. Raven didn’t think twice before deciding to offer some help.

“Hi there!” the molly chirped as she padded over, nametag and bell bumping against each other to make noises. “You looking for something?”

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“I’ve found what I was looking for!” Loot purred, jumping down to the ground to join Raven. With her audience found the performance was on! “As I’ve met a most interesting cat, well… I needed someone to share the experience with!”

The purr continued as she settled herself in a sitting position. Ears priked, blue eyes gleaming in the sun as her tail wrapped around her paws. She quieted the purr in her voice and raised a paw to rest against her breast. “A gray siamese is wandering along the road west of town! If you’re willing to listen, I would like very much to tell the tale of this encounter!”

"Get back here, little lizard!"

𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖𓅨₊˚⊹♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

“You have?” Raven began before she was cut off by what seemed to be a very enthusiastic Loot. However, the molly was definitely interested in whatever the older molly had to say. The she-cat, despite being an outdoor pet, didn’t get the chance to meet a lot of other cats or hear a lot of stories. 

But that was her own fault for staying home almost everyday. It wasn’t like she had a reason to explore beyond her home though. She had everything she needed there already. Fresh water, food… “A gray siamese?.. Sounds… Expensive.” The she-cat responded with a brief giggle, knowing how much housefolk pampered their purebred pets.

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“Oh! This isn’t the expensive kind. Just colored like a Siamese but with… Big bones.” She flicked her ears as a delicate accompaniment to the allusion to the sturdy build of the cat. She let the moment settle before she continued on.

“He would have been rather ordinary if it wasn’t for the colors. He had a yellow stripe from forehead to nose, as if someone had taken a paintbrush to them!” Loot gave this oddity a moment to breath while she ran her own paw over the bridge of the nose where the cat had worn the colors. “And each cheek had two lines of yellow across it! As if they were trying to put the marks humans keep on the middle of the roads right down his face.” In her mind she wove the story. Sadly, this one would be shorter than she would have liked, but someday she’d take the time to build the backstory for this one. Painted cats could become wonderfully scary barbarians with a little tale-weaving.

Loot moved on before she fell down that rabbit hole. “Oddest of all were the toes of his forepaws!” She balanced on her hind legs to extend and spread the toes a bit. “It looked like they’d been dipped in the brightest of purple paint! You wouldn’t believe how the sun glinted off the lavender of it!” Okay, maybe a bit of embellishment. “They also refused to name themselves. Something about being too close to the White-maned Dreamwalker’s domain. Only called themselves a Missionary, claimed to have one more task to do before they could go home and resume their place amongst their siblings.”

Loot’s eyes gleamed in excitement at the chance to tell of the encounter, even if she hadn’t taken the time to properly create a true tale worth telling.