Evening.
Courtyard, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Dorothy woke up early today and she then sneaked out of the room she shared with Joyous, she didn't want to wake her up.
As the morning sun cast its golden glow across the sprawling courtyard of the dark mansion, Dorothy moved to where she assumed the cat would be.
Her heart skipped a beat as she spotted the mansions and her beloved cat, Red, nestled amongst the fragrant blooms.
With a delighted gasp, she dashed across the manicured lawn, her steps quickening with each stride.
Red, sensing her approach, lifted his head and emitted a soft, welcoming meow. It sounded more like a growl but as Dorothy drew nearer, a shimmering aura enveloped the feline, his form expanding before her astonished eyes.
