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Gossamer Alessandra stood at the edge of Primal Instinct's territory. She was going to acquire this young cat, one way or another. She was just so cute, and Gossamer loved things that were so cute, and she wanted her to be her kid. Did that mean she was going to kidnap her? Maybe? More likely, she was going to try to coax her out. She'd told Mysterium to bring the girl here and then make himself invisible, which meant that right now, it was about time that she'd find her. Her furs bristled slightly at the smell of the city, while her indigo eyes searched the area. Had her brother failed his one last job in Primal Instinct, to bring the child to her? This wasn't impossible...
She was about to walk right into Primal Instinct territory when she saw a pink bow... The commander's feet tip tapped in anticipation as she let out a purr. "Louella!" she called in her direction, a smile on her face.
There Louella was, just as adorable as Gossamer Alssandra would have remembered her. She was a skinny cat with long limbs when compared to her narrow torso. It made her look a little bit misshapen, but only in all the best ways, like an exotic super-model or something. Her glossy cinnamon fur clung to her sides as if someone had meticulously placed each lock as to best emphasize its wearers shape. She was a little taller than the last time the Renegade Regime Commander had seen her, but she was still wearing that same pink bow. It was a little more tattered now, but still super cute.
She heard Gossamer Alessandra's call and went still, "Who's there?" Louella recognized the voice at least, and maybe even the scent a little bit, but she couldn't put a name to it just yet. Could you blame her? She'd only met her kidnapper once, and briefly at that, in passing, "Mysterium said you had a new bow for me!"
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Gossamer purred at the sight of the kitten. Oh, wow, was she enamored by her cute little face. She just wanted to squeeze her cheeks and be her best friend. "You've gotten so big!" she meowed in excitement, her paws pitterpattering as she rapidly shifted her weight. Oh, wow, she would be such a good addition to the Regime! And Kaisra would love her!
She then nodded. She had asked her brother what the best way to win the kit's affection was, and he had said to bring her a present. So, she did. She bent down, and the sparkly silver bow passed from her back to in front of the kitten. "It isn't as pretty as yours, Louella, but I couldn't find one that was just that cute! This was the best I could get, but I hope you like it!" Gossamer would learn that glitter wasn't that great, particularly when she tried to get the glitter out of her fur, but she'd traded good herbs for this bow, so she hoped the kitten likeed it.
"Wow!" Louella's pale blue eyes went wide like saucers as she sniffed the sparkly silver bow and then rubbed her face against it, claiming it as her own with an adorable scent marking. Little flecks of glitter stuck to her cheek and highlighted her eyes almost as if it was intentional, "It's so cute! I love it!"
The League kit started scratching at her own neck and pulled off the bow she was presently wearing. It had been the one tied to her neck at birth by twolegs. Louella had been adjusting it with her growing size, but it was tattered and well past its limit now, the color was even a little faded. She unceremoniously tossed it aside and rubbed up against Gossamer's legs, "Would you pretty please tie it on me?"
