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A rat scurrying out from the cover of a massive rusted monster caught Mischief’s eye. She instinctively dropped into a crouch, her belly nearly brushing the dirt ground as she stalked after it. It was a stupid thing, the rat, as were the rest of the rodents living in the Carrionplace; it knew nothing of predators having only lived in this stinking place where only the most desperate of cats ever hunted. Mischief was certain it could scent her, though it paid no attention.