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- ✧ ---  The languid stretch in the low light, back rippling as her posture straightens. Head dipping before is rises ( tail swaying ). She was not one to often indulge in life’s simpler pleasures, more so living in a state of constant paranoia. Claws lightly scraping the ground below --- rumbled purr. Blue would have melted into the dying warmth, a temporary pleasure, if not for the breeze changing direction. A new scent.