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He stepped back
when her body arched up into the air, freezing in a tense, awkward pose. The
moment broke and she jerked sideways, collapsing onto the soft white rug that
all the rituals were performed on. Now around her wrist was a thick black metal
bracelet that would allow her the chance to have a child with another shifter of
the council’s choosing.
If a cat shifter reached their five hundredth
year and hadn’t found their mate, they were required to come before their breed
council representative. The bracelet ritual was performed and a partner was
chosen for them. The two shifters then would spend the week together, trying to
create a child. This wasn’t something new or sprung on them. The ritual had
been going on for almost a thousand years and every cat was raised knowing it
was their duty to try and keep their ever dwindling race going
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