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Vortex
A young She-cat padded through the trees, alone, cold and hungry. Raina hadn't eaten in a few days but finding food wouldn't be a problem in an area like this. Eventually she picked up unfamiliar cat scent and decided to follow it. It could mean danger or it could mean survival. The blue-grey Molly came to a small clearing which contained a log and next to the log was a brown Tom. He was covered in scars and his fur was scruffy. "
Excuse me, my name's Raina...do you happen to have any food you could share with me?" She mewed anxiously.