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Originally Posted by TeamMilkBot
He hissed sliding his long claws out. “You want to fight Me? One slice and your Dead meat, Fleetkit”
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What was wrong with this cat? Because something was very wrong. What he thought was an argument, even a friendly one, had quickly turned.......sinister.
No, I don't want to fight. he snorted.
That would be pointless and stupid. We would BOTH get in trouble, and it wouldn't solve the problem. Letting out another snort, he turned to walk away. Perhaps going for a walk in the forest, spilling some squirrel blood would calm him down a bit.