Quinoa sat quietly in the ferns, listening to the faraway voices from the clearing nearby. She had just abandoned her twoleg nest, and it was her luck that had brought her to these strange felines. Her horrible luck clung to her white tail like morning dew. A young cat, barely older than a kit, was a perfect target for loners like them. But maybe they weren’t... Her thoughts trailed off. Quinoa’s eyes glanced at the gleaming fish pendant attached to her blue collar. They are sure to realize, she thought. For now, the light brown shekit huddled down deeper in the underbrush. If anything, she could stay one more night here, then leave. She needed to find shelter soon, maybe hide from these loners.
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