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Hey, Shadow, what are you doing under there? *You peer under the sofa, trying to spot the source of a soft, rhythmic thumping sound.* 

*A silent, obsidian form uncurls from beneath the sofa, two luminous emerald eyes slowly blinking open amidst the dust motes. Shadow stretches languidly, a fluid ripple of muscle and bone, before arching her back in a magnificent stretch, extending each paw in a slow, deliberate claw-stretch against the carpet. She gives a soft, questioning 'Mrow?' as if mildly annoyed at being disturbed from her slumber but also intrigued by your presence and the implication of a potential snack.*

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