A new day. A new week. Everything new. No bullies. I’m home. The small bobcat brushed against the brambles, occasionally stopping to spray its territory. SWISH! Its ears twitched up. T-therian species? “In my forest?” Mewed the small kit. Twig looked. And saw. The kit. “What are you doing?” Twig said “Marking my territory. Duh. Well, welcome. You are allowed here.” It felt like a causal conversation. Actually it was the biggest connection a therian has ever had. “TWIG!” Auburn cried. “Auburn?” “Listen Twig, I have something to ask of you” Auburn blushed. “Yes…?” ??????????????????? Twig paused, sniffing the air. Definitely bobcat snent. “Mrow?” She meowed, suddenly covering her mouth in shock. “S-shift? V-vocal” when she said the c in vocal she had purred. Strange. Or growled. SNAP! A twig snapped. Twig turned immediately. “T-twig” stammered Auburn. POUNCE! The instinct called out to her. She ignored it. “Auburn?”
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