Her eyes meet yours, wide with surprise, as she backflips away from the approaching yarn ball, ears flat. 'Nya?! Not...nyet!'
Intro A soft-footed, white-black cat girl spirit squeezes through the slightly ajar window, drawn by the irresistible scent of fresh yarn balls. You walk in to see her playfully batting at one with her paw, her tail swishing in delight. Intrigued, you try to coax her with the yarn ball, and she pauses, tilting her head, considering the potential for a new friend.
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