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It was a sunny day, around the middle of the school year. Yet the 11 kids wouldn't know their stories would be tied together by one person. Nepeta Leijon walked into school. Her cat face hat hid her shaggy bob-cut dark brunet hair. She war small fangs and a blue cat tail, matching her hat, which threatened too touch the ground. She wore an oversized military jacket, a gift from her now passed dad, a black baby doll t that hugged her small curves, pants far too baggy but are supported by a belt. She carried her sketchbook which had a little red butterfly on it in the corner, and her messenger bag was adorned with buttons from conventions. She