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Originally Posted by TiredSmolFox
The tom sighed and braced himself in a battle crouch. A she-cat’s scent interrupted his thoughts. “Come out of the bushes!” He yowled, a pale orange she cat flew out of the bushes and aimed to land on Goldpaw, the she cats white muzzle had claw scratches, yet she was just a kitty pet. The female kitty pets claws were unsheathed.
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With a surprised screech, Goldpaw leaped into the air, luckily dodging the attack. She landed protectively between the she-cat and the older tom and hissed, flicking her ears back toward him. “You know her?” She growled, staring the she-cat down.