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Seven cats live in Feline Society #337, along with Hooman #1 and...
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by Phoebe
The lizardmen are green and blue, lanky and bright-hued, like paint on a canvas before the mixing happens, and their eyes are bright amber gemstones that could snapshot any moment of time like a camera. Immensely predatorial, and also territorial, they are the boogeyman that haunts us after we grow up from easier monsters.
They come at us, hissing, some throwing javelins made of graphene, mithral, starmetal, or meteorite, others taunting us, telling us everything we've believed is no longer true,
as Buttercup and I rear up on their hinds, ready to fight.
Buttercup Shine your camera lights in our eyes!
Our gloved paws are poised for a scratch, claw, and bite fist-fight as Hooman #A directs his phone light into our eyes so we send lasers at closest lizardman, turning them to ash.
Feeling brave, I lunge into the next predator with my fangs bared and tail poofed large.
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