She watched as he stalked toward her, a smile tugging at her lips. His brilliant green eyes gazed straight into hers, and he moved with a predatory grace, all loose muscle and subtle confidence. She itched to touch him, to feel his sleekness under her palms. Pride and independence flashed in his eyes, and she longed to know what he was thinking.
Finally he stood before her, full of non-nonchalant swagger. She watched his eyes widen as she lunged forward, scooping him up, holding him close to her chest.
“Who’s my good wittle kitty cat?!”
The small cat grumbled in her embrace. So much for being a fierce warrior…
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