- What time of day is it?
Ghost sat up on the limb he was on and reached over to pet the cat. He didn't really mind that cats seemed to hang around him a lot, it was kind of nice. He'd been used to a large coven, then all of a sudden he was by himself. Of course, being lonely never bothered him either, because he could always find his sister if he was.
Ghost scratched the tabby behind its ears, and it purred, stretching out as best it could without falling off of the tree.
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Verona continued her sketching and music-listening for awhile, her pencil making neat strokes on the paper. Before long, she was finished and set her pencil down to admire her work. She'd drawn a boy sitting on a rock in the forest. It was a scene from about 30 years ago, and the human had been a friend of her's. She liked drawing the scene so much mostly because of the scenery- it had been fall, and capturing the leaves she remembered raining down was always fun. She also liked drawing it because it brought back fond memories. With a smile, Verona closed her sketchpad and put it in her bag.