[Feathercreek]

Thief stretched her long legs. It was because of the black "mask" like marking on her face, she was named Thief. She yawned, showing all of her sharp white teeth. All of the claws stuck to her collar gleamed. This place was her home. She made sure to stay out of the other cat's way, but sometimes she attacked one or two, just to practice her battle skills. Thief's nest was in the darkest corner, made out of cloth that she found in the twoleg thrash cans. Making sure not to step on sharp things, the dark brown spotted she-cat padded toward the center of the Forgotten Twoleg Den.

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