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[coriander.]

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Coriander’s first few weeks of life were fairly static. His mother never moved him from their warm nest not a single time, only traveling just enough that she could hear his call at a reasonable distance. His attention had shifted to a beetle crawling across the grass to a butterfly, chasing it while his mama’s back was turned. The colorful insect took him so far from his home that he couldn’t even retrace his steps. His eyes were still adjusting so most things were blurry, and his other senses weren’t yet reliable. ”Hey,” The sudden voice caused his muscles to tense up, head inclining to meet his blurred vision with whoever found him. A... Very tall cat. She looked weird. Not like any cat he’s ever seen. He sniffled, swallowing thickly to rid of the lump trapped in his throat. His mother’s name? That’s a strange question. ”It’s-it’s mother. That’s her name.” She had no other name besides for mother, mama, or mommy.