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The Majestic Nature of The Cat

The Cat Glowing eyes invade the darkness of the night. A majestic hunter with prey in it's sight. Slowly moving through the grass, as silent as an empty glass. A creature with a sullen expression, embarking upon a hunting session. It strikes from the shadows of the night; giving the prey little change of escape or fight. A body full of warming fur and makes the sound of a meow or purr. Pointy ears, thin legs and sharp claws; extending out from padded paws. This creature wears a sumptuous looking coat always shiny and clean; walking with graceful posture like that of a ballroom scene. It's younger form more playful and small, but soon will grow just as cunning and tall. Masquerading as innocent family pets and balls of fur; hiding the true heart of a lion waiting to roar. Hedonistic in nature like Lord Henry from the story of Dorian grey; the cat hates having it's pleasurable lifestyle taken away. Roaming around night and day...... this creature of beauty is always on the hunt for it's next prey....

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