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Catalyst happened to wander far from the safe confines of the church; terribly far. Blame it on the mere urge of wanderlust, Catalyst didn't care how far she was traveling at this point, taking on that rebellious nature that came to her fellow sister Avarice all too naturally, nobody at this point could stop her from where she was heading. The ivory girl might have been a mere three months old yet, but everyday she was evolving into an older, more intellectual individual. Stepping out of the routine of her old life, there were new opportunities to pursue here. Even her English was slightly getting better by the day, with frequent exchanges and hearings of verbs, nouns, and the like to cross her ears and sound from her throat. She was on her way to becoming one of the adults, one day, and carrying her physique a little proud along that thought, she wanted to continue strutting her confident nature.
Upon the passed news about a puppy eater coming to close quarters with her sister Avarice, the news was certainly unsettling and also aggravating to the pup. Out of the rest of the de Sadira litter, Catalyst was the most upset about this. No one had permission to touch or even graze anything about her sister or siblings for that matter, the only one who had such permission was of course the guardians, and also including herself (she was the first born, the oldest out of the litter, so that gave her more loopholes to power, right?) With her wanderlust also came the never ending itch to find this monster puppy eater and laugh in the face of danger (even though on the inside, she was wary to meet face to face, still, her intuition pulled through regardless).
Reaching the very borders now, there was a presence up ahead scratching the dirt and making an awful pile of a scent. Catalyst could smell it, and even while she was still young, even she knew better that this individual was certainly not of Dahlia. Keeping her head, neck, and tail high as if she was an authorative adult coming over, she stopped at a comfortable distance (which was actually farther from comfortable than said, for if needs be she had to run, she would get those fortunate couple of seconds ahead). Peeing at what the female was doing, her little kohl snout snorted. "Sie dort! Who'er you's?" She spoke in her small voice, a mixture of both languages tasteful upon her tongue, but tried to make it sound somewhat authorative.
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