Pandora
She was lean and mean... Ok, maybe a little patches of pudge at this point...
A tattered little diva with splotches of rust and ash across a tabby catty's camo clod coat. Eyes that would catch you out of the night, black pitched, and a face to go with them that would melt the coolest of hearts. Paws padded to perfection to sheath her every trudging "knock on deaths door" step. Not a squeak to be squoke, at the mention of her upon a vermin's wise tale. A scrapyard trash princess of the forest floor slums, strutting her tuft like the genuine South Sea Pearl baroque, that she was, and she knew any treasure Hunter in the would be just thrilled to find.
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Pandora She was lean and mean... Ok, maybe a little patches of pudge at this…
