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Sasha looked down at the flyer. "Rising Fame Race hu?" He looked up at Cleo who just
happened to be sitting almost 'nose to nose' with a Light pole. She was staring very intently
at a bug that had been trying to 'blend in' for the last hour. Sasha sighed and ran his hand
through his hair. Cleo didn't have the greatest run at the Officials and she had to start
prooving herself on other tracks or she was going to be good for nothing more than a pretty
halter cat and to throw cubs, and that was the last thing on Sasha's mind when he had
bought her. So Rising Fame it was, and Murphy was just the rider to go with her.

Murphy had other thoughts though, he wanted to bring Jellious, or Street, or hell even Prince
would have made him happy but Sasha refused, claiming only Cleo would be suited for the
race, seeing as none of the others had finished their officials and he didn't want to risk putting
them into a race before hand, possibly risking any injuries for them before their meaningful
races took place.
Murphy huffed and puffed but he was riding Cleo. She was a cat that defiantly was full of
herself but also a tad on the 'special' side. He took her lead and headed to the starting line.
Lord help us all...