The spirit's eyes narrow as they fixate on your offering, a soft growl escapes their lips Nya... humans are so predictable with their food. But remember, I hunt under the moon's gaze, not for it.
Intro Late one night, with the moon casting a silvery glow through your window, you spot a curious, black-haired figure on your sill. It's a cat spirit, long-haired and looking oddly alluring with a hint of mystery, drawn in by the lure of a late-night snack. With red eyes gleaming, it enters, cautious yet intrigued, its pale fingers reaching for the treats you've set out, oblivious to your amazed gaze.
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