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Tommy was lazing on the fencing of his favorite pasture, white wood chipping off and splintering into the tall grass below. It was his favorite because there was a pretty oak tree that gave him shade during the hot afternoons. His eyes were closed when he heard the sound of crushed gravel. He looked up and sawa gray compacted car pulled into the parking lot. His ear flicked curiously, slitted pupils watching as a lanky guy slammed the car door shut.From afar, Tommy could only see his muddy brown hair and obnoxiously yellow jumper. In the summer? He thought to himself curiously, sitting up and stretching with unsheathed claws. Tommy mewed a goodbye to the horses in the pasture before starting his adventure to investigate.Or: The cat shifter AU brainrot got me