[Hello, Luceti. If you happen to glance at your journal this fine evening, you might catch a single streak of what looks like dark mud splash across the page -]
Well, hunt somewhere else! I ain't buyin'! [He bounces up and down a few times again for good measure, then stops in sudden thought.] What's a normal-looking cat like you doing out here, anyway? Don't ya have an owner or somethin' to feed you?
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Eh? What're you looking at, ya mangy fleabag?!
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[Pounce!!]
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I ain't your prey, got it?! What's with all you hare-brains mistakin' me for food?!?
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Chi was practicin'! Chi needs to be a good hunter when Chi is bigger!
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You're a house cat, ain't ya? You sure hunting is even in your blood?
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