Duke
Honey whatchu waitin' forr... Heather hummed softly as she strolled off along the street. She took a quick glance behind her to check that Heather and Heather were still there. The three of them had just run away from their twolegs. It wasn't the first time they'd tried, but it was the first time they'd actually succeeded in getting beyond their garden. And being unfamiliar with the layout of the Twolegplace, they'd taken a wrong turn down Westerburg Street, and now they'd ended up in this old junktown.
What even was this place? Who were these other cats? It didn't matter. They'd planned out beforehand what to do in the event of coming across any new cats. Now was a time to make a grand entrance, and surely in no time, the trio would be the most popular cats in this rundown fishtown.
She strutted towards what appeared to be the center of the camp, the bell on her green collar jingling and dazzling as she walked, screaming out a loud,
"HEATHER!" to announce her presence. Heather and Heather should be doing the same right about now.
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