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Could this cat be trusted? She said she had siblings and told Oliver her name. Could it really be okay? He limped a little closer to her, whiskers twinging in pain. He didn't want to ask her if she had anything to treat his wound, his politeness usually won out even in situations where it wasn't wise. He really hoped she would offer, though.
"Um...That's a nice name. If you want me to stop hunting in your territory, I'll move on. Where does it start and end?"
Hunting was a generous term. It was more like scavenging through trash cans and finding crowfood, but Oliver was in no position to make demands. The ball was in Dawn's court.