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Knight

A shadow streaked across the wide open clearing, bright green orbs twinkling happily in the black of twilight. It was slim, fast, and low to the ground. It came to a stop at the fresh kill pile of the clan he’d been stealing from. He grabbed a mouse, and sprinted off. Leaves crunched under his rough pads as he settled on the soft earth. Trees towered above him, dwarfing even his large size. Knight feasted on his meal, purring at his cleverness, and swiftness.

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