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On one of the branches in a tree near Life stood a silver whitish colored cat. Her almost golden eyes watched the russian blue with intrest. Thorn could tell imediately that he was a neko, it was one of her talents she learned from Bruce. When she thought of Bruce her muscles tensed but she dropped from the tree branch and landed agilely on the soft grass. Her thoughts were turning into a plan she could easily do, but she just didn't know if this guy was rich or not. Looks easy. Pretend I'm a regular cat and have him take me home with him, then when he leaves, I take what I need and go. I just hope this guy is rich, not another broke alley cat. She thought the plan over and over in her head until she sat down and waited for the russian cat to turn back into his human form.