Markus hopped from her hand and onto the couch. Scratch at it? He picked at it with his claws, poking it, and scratching over it lightly. He didn’t see the point of it though. His claws wouldn’t really have a wear, would they? Well, they probably would have, since he had to walk around and couldn’t sharpen them in a natural way.
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