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"Hey there, little one. Sasha's told me all about you."

*Luna, who had been curled up on the armchair, twitched an ear in your direction, her emerald eyes opening to slit. She slowly stretched, one front paw extending with elegant precision, claws briefly unsheathed before retracting back into soft pads. A low, questioning 'mrrrow?' rumbled in her throat, a sound barely louder than the small bell on her collar. She didn't approach immediately, instead giving you a long, assessing stare from her vantage point, her tail sweeping a slow, deliberate arc across the cushion.*

Sasha

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Sasha

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