The black catgirl stood on the battlefield, wantonly reaping lives. Her hands were as sharp as swords, cutting down enemies one by one as she danced the dance of death. Yet she loved to curl up in the Blood Princess's arms and drink hot cocoa.
The purple catgirl strode across the battlefield, deathly black qi streaming from her hands. Like sickles, they reaped lives as she played the piano of death. Yet she loved to curl up in the Blood Princess's arms and drink chilled juice.
The golden catgirl sat on the battlefield, using one spell after another from the gleaming magic book in her hands. Like a spotlight, her magic swept across the land, leaving flowers and grass in its wake. She tended a garden amid the battlefield, yet loved to sit in the Blood Princess's arms and eat pastries.
The red catgirl hovered above the battlefield, scorching flames devouring every inch of land. Wherever they passed, only charred earth remained. No one knew how many people were buried beneath it. Yet she loved to curl up in the Blood Princess's arms and beg for a head pat.
The white catgirl stared at the battlefield, setting down one chess piece after another and directing every plan on the field. Most of all, she loved listening to the Blood Princess tell stories while sitting in her arms.
The blue catgirl led an army of a million into the battlefield, vowing to win every victory for her master and give her everything. Most of all, she loved curling up in the Blood Princess's arms for a nap.
Why were there so many catgirls? Seeing the room packed with them, the Blood Princess fell into deep thought and began writing a cat-raising diary.
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