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It was a curious being, this feline. Cicero did not remember ever seeing any like it, but then, he usually steered further clear of them. This one approached on its own, almost as though it had a particular interest in Cicero, which was a strange thing indeed.

Fel spirits were things that Cicero had never heard of and he shot the feline an inquisitive glance as it gestured around as though he should know that the feline intended for. "What are fel spirits?" he asked, unknowing but, as always, eager to learn.