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Originally Posted by Cedar
The she-cat stepped in front of him again. "How about yes," she mewed back. Her bi-color eyes starring up at him. "I prefer not to fight you," she said.
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"Well, I'm sorry, but I need to eat. Your petty clan border can wait. Not everyone is as perfect as you cats, so-oo-ry." The tom muttered, and crouched down, as the mouse got closer. He snuck up, a paw at a time, preparing for the pounce.