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Lucy

In her 5 days of life, Lucy had NEVER been so hungry. Tired after "flying" all the way here, she wiggled out of the warrior's grip and landed clumsily on the ground. The tiny Abyssinian looked around the den, before noticing another cat in the den. She couldn't quite place it.... but he was different than Mally. Maybe all cats were different from each other. She just remembered Mama and Dadda, who were always angry. Lucy wondered if other cats were angry. Mally wasn't. This cat didn't LOOK angry. "Hi!" She squeaked, eyeing the comfy looking moss clump with feathers all over it. Pointing, she tipped her head to the side. Ready to ask a question, but then deciding not to, even if she had a lot. What was a beansprout? And what "something" did Mally find? And did cats... sleep on that feather and moss thing or something? Back at home, they just used the ground. She used a nice, flat rock and Dadda's tail. "What's your name?" Her new favorite phrase that Mally had taught her.

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