The small creature slinks up, plopping himself in front of the familiar with a saddened huff. His lip wibbles; his forelegs shake. Poor thing is just so upset that his true love will never notice him.
"Mraaaaw?" goes the sparkly cat-pigeon thing. He tilts his head and his ears perk up. He carefully approaches the shaking creature, carefully inspecting his body. New friend?
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