Thrushkit raised a brow to the warrior. He didn't know her name.
"who... wh..who are you?"
he squeaked, sounding like a pesky, annoyed mosquito. He bounded over to the she-cat. He'd hardly listened to what she had said. He hardly even knew what the concept of battling was-except that he wanted to win if he participated.
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