Moonspear Puppy Playtime!

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there were many things arcturus had met in his short time on the mountain. he had seen the blonde shimmer and endured the terrible beauty of a bear. how softly he had seen the flutter of a hummingbird, the light twitch of a hare's attentive nose. he had given witness to the ferocious testament of a wolverine, albeit reluctantly -- and had been graced by the lording, benign presence of a horse.

yet he had never seen a cat. it astounded him. he watched it with a squint, the agile lean limbs, the bizarre pattern of white fur brandished by black. he could make no sense of its form; it looked predatory, but it was smaller than any predator he knew.

with the wolverine, arcturus had learned to measure his wild kin with care. he did not approach, but instead settled down on his limbs and watched her groom herself, his expression bright and full of interest.