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Post by hawky ♡ on Apr 17, 2013 22:09:08 GMT -5
A lean, sandy brown tom about the age of an apprentice strolled through the twolegplace, head held high. It was obvious that he lived with twolegs; a dark green collar with a tag hanging on it hung around his neck, although it was almost concealed by his fluffy pelt. Despite being a kittypet, the young male often snuck out of his backyard to roam the streets. He was outdoors a lot; his housefolk never missed him. Plus, Cashew knew a few of the rogues that lived without housefolk. Most weren't hostile toward him; he was very laid back and friendly.
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