Dear fights

The night was young, warm but windy. The skies covered by clouds made it ever darker. But since when Yume stopped her duties because of the weather? Never. She was into patrolling her home's borders. Marking and checking for any intruders. A calm yet femenine posture she adventured herself between the bamboo. Her pink coat made her easily to spot in the darkness and even so in the greens of the day. Her tail was up, having not many thoughts in her brain. Paying complete attention to the environment. Tongue passing over the tip of her nose from time to time. Feline like paws quiet, eyes of blue lurking through the black. Between her jaws her sword remained, ready to be used when needed.

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