[The scent is familiar, one she who's called Lying Cat has smelled many times before. It shouldn't be here, though. It shouldn't be anywhere. Yet here it is just the same.
On silent paws, Lying Cat threads her way between the passersby on the street, moving ever closer to her quarry. If the Stalk is here, does that mean that the Will is too? She cannot smell her partner, but she will have answers from this ghost who is no ghost if she can.
She turns the corner, spying the woman up ahead, and more curious than alarmed, Lying Cat moves forward into her line of sight. Her ears prick and she looks at her, head tipping ever so slightly to the side in inquiry. ]
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On silent paws, Lying Cat threads her way between the passersby on the street, moving ever closer to her quarry. If the Stalk is here, does that mean that the Will is too? She cannot smell her partner, but she will have answers from this ghost who is no ghost if she can.
She turns the corner, spying the woman up ahead, and more curious than alarmed, Lying Cat moves forward into her line of sight. Her ears prick and she looks at her, head tipping ever so slightly to the side in inquiry. ]