Citrus will never forget the day it arrived at Wenming Hall. It had been napping on a cart piled high with …
Citrus will never forget the day it arrived at Wenming Hall.
It had been napping on a cart piled high with fruit, all the same bright color as itself, sweet with a hint of tart. Then the cart jolted. Citrus rolled and rolled down the "mountain" of fruit and hit the ground with a solid thump.
Even more unforgettable was what happened next. It scrambled up, ready to bolt, and found itself staring straight into a ring of delighted eyes, people in robes of every color.
"This ginger cat looks like a perfect big citrus!"
"It belongs in Wenming Hall!"
Before Citrus could even process it, it had a name and a home.
Honestly, it rather likes being so widely approved of.