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Her mouth clapped shut right around the time the pinecone hit her square in the chest. It didn’t hurt, though Silktail suddenly sat back on her haunches and clutched her forepaws against her small chest. She let out a dramatic wail, which quickly tapered off into giggles.

The adult asked about her name and Silktail shouted by rote, Shenanigans! She! Nan! Igans!

Now she scooped up the pinecone and batted it toward the gray boy, hopeful for a rousing game of soccer, even as a second yawn split her jaws apart. Her whole body shook with the force of it, all the way to the tip of her wiggling tail.