The pale brown tabby brushed his tail over her frail shoulders. "Let's hunt shall we?"
Whitesnow nodded. For one second, a flash of bright blue pain crossed her eyes, like a shooting star. As fast as it came, it was gone.
For the poor she-cat was afraid to speak, she was afraid to be out of line.
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