Laela looked admiringly at her sister, Pikaia. Why couldn't she look more like her twin? Pikaia was a sleek pure black cat. Her soft fur was a dark colorless black all over. Her nose imitated the same hue. It the dark of night she was invisible. Unless, she opened her eyes; then the pale green pair would cautiously look around. Laela herself was perfectly well built, but was positively convinced that she was the least attractive cat in the world. She was a dark gray tabby with darker gray/black stripes. Her intense eyes changed color with her mood and were now set at a bright green. A sneeze erupted from her dull pink nose and she shook her head, fluffing up her fur. Pikaia got up from her sleeping spot and walked over to Laela and began grooming her head and neck fur back into place. Pikaia was always glad to be helping someone, especially her sister. Laela felt Pikaia was almost too nice, and Pikaia thought that Laela was much too gloomy in her thoughts. The twins were undivideably close, though. No matter how different, they could always tell what the other was feeling or thinking. Pikaia knew Laela thought that Pikaia, and the rest of the world's supply of cats, was prettier than her. Pikaia thought that every cat she had ever met, especially and including Laela, was beautiful in some way.
Pikaia stretched out on the dirt in the sun. She rolled over and tumbled over a large root of the tree she had previously been sitting near. She jerked about to her paws then gracefully settled to sit down and curled her tail around her paws and squinted into the sun. Although she was pure black and her fur absorbed the sun
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Laela looked admiringly at her sister, Pikaia. Why couldn't she look more like her twin? Pikaia was a sleek pure black cat. Her soft fur was a dark colorless black all over. Her nose imitated the same hue. It the dark of night she was invisible. Unless, she opened her eyes; then the pale green pair would cautiously look around. Laela herself was perfectly well built, but was positively convinced that she was the least attractive cat in the world. She was a dark gray tabby with darker gray/black stripes. Her intense eyes changed color with her mood and were now set at a bright green. A sneeze erupted from her dull pink nose and she shook her head, fluffing up her fur. Pikaia got up from her sleeping spot and walked over to Laela and began grooming her head and neck fur back into place. Pikaia was always glad to be helping someone, especially her sister. Laela felt Pikaia was almost too nice, and Pikaia thought that Laela was much too gloomy in her thoughts. The twins were undivideably close, though. No matter how different, they could always tell what the other was feeling or thinking. Pikaia knew Laela thought that Pikaia, and the rest of the world's supply of cats, was prettier than her. Pikaia thought that every cat she had ever met, especially and including Laela, was beautiful in some way.
Pikaia stretched out on the dirt in the sun. She rolled over and tumbled over a large root of the tree she had previously been sitting near. She jerked about to her paws then gracefully settled to sit down and curled her tail around her paws and squinted into the sun. Although she was pure black and her fur absorbed the sun