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Black Shy Kitten
Aime'storm walked in the clearing, two mice swung in his jaws. The brown tom sat them down, and began his own search for prey. A smile on his face, he picked up a vole. Aime'storm sat in the sunshine, flicking his tail. "Better go out for moss soon..." His french voice mumbled. Taking a bite, Aime'storm began to eat. The warrior purred, his life was better here. He was taken care of and could walk around more. Licking his muzzle, Aime'storm purred.