Whiskers flicker with the compliment, tail flicking three more times as the feline stares down the leopardess. Whatever can come close to a smile does cross the edges of the feline’s maw, her ears perking forward. ”Oh, you.” The cat chimes with the briefest hint of a rolled ‘mrow’ at the end. As for whether she has a name, the feline turns a bit coy.
”Augusta.” She says, moving to stand and reach into the basket to pull out a fruit, poking at it with sharp claws. One fruit in particular sticks to a claw, the feline flapping her paw so much so that the fruit flies off toward Aisha and Augusta spends the next few moments licking her paw. ”Why are you here?” She asks, peering at the attuned from where she still licks the remnants from her paw.
”Augusta.” She says, moving to stand and reach into the basket to pull out a fruit, poking at it with sharp claws. One fruit in particular sticks to a claw, the feline flapping her paw so much so that the fruit flies off toward Aisha and Augusta spends the next few moments licking her paw. ”Why are you here?” She asks, peering at the attuned from where she still licks the remnants from her paw.
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