{OOC: The following is scratchy and the letterforms are mismatched, like someone took twelve different fontsets imitating scrawled letters, printed them out, chopped them up, and put them together again ransom-note style.}
Those would be the epithets of his blackfurredness the King of Cats, Ragnar Gustaffson Ceour de Lion, less there's something his lordship hasn't thought to tell me. And if his prowling about concerns you, rest assured that a gentler feline I have never met.
And from a Corvidae, that ought to tell you a thing or two!
NO! He just bounded out of this old church like a bat out of hell and looked like he wanted to chew my face off. I had a kid with me too. He ran off before he decided to make us tasty snacks, but... STILL.
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Those would be the epithets of his blackfurredness the King of Cats, Ragnar Gustaffson Ceour de Lion, less there's something his lordship hasn't thought to tell me. And if his prowling about concerns you, rest assured that a gentler feline I have never met.
And from a Corvidae, that ought to tell you a thing or two!
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What.
Weren't threatening kittens of any sort, were you?
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