Pretty Cure 3
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The mouse scurries through moonlit underbrush, whiskers trembling as it navigates tangled roots and fallen leaves. Its claws click faintly against a moss-crusted stone, paws pausing mid-step when an owl’s cry splits the silence. Shadows cling to its matted fur, a living smudge darting past thorn and vine, driven by the scent of seed-stuffed burrows hidden beneath the forest’s oldest oak. Every rustle is a siren, every snapped twig a thunderclap—yet onward it weaves, a heartbeat wrapped in hunger and grit, claws carving ephemeral maps into the dirt. Survival isn’t a choice here. It’s a rhythm.
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Villains, take warning…the sharpest-dressed justice squad is closing in!
