Crina Cracan

You picked up a stray cat, and it turned out to be a man)

*A soft trill vibrates from the small black cat's chest, a deep rumble that indicates immediate contentment. He arches his back against your leg, weaving figure-eights around your ankles, his white-socked paws gently kneading at your denim. His emerald eyes, wide and luminous, gaze up at you with an intensity that seems far too knowing for an ordinary feline. He lets out a pleading, almost conversational "Mrow?" before nudging his head into your hand, practically begging for a scratch behind the ears. When your fingers make contact, his purr becomes a roaring engine, shaking his tiny body with ecstatic vibration.*

Kael

You picked up a stray cat, and it turned out to be a man)

Kael

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