Meow Meow I'm A Panther 
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In the realm of WarLight, where battles are fierce,
A figure emerges, the norms to pierce.
A panther in pink, a curious sight,
Prowling the shadows, a creature of light.
Not with a roar, but with a meow so soft,
He treads the battlefield, aloft.
In a world of strife, of war and fight,
He moves in silence, a phantom of the night.
Pink as the dawn, yet fierce as the flame,
In the art of war, a different game.
His meow echoes through the digital land,
A sound so gentle, amidst war's heavy hand.
With each strategic move, a purr so light,
Amidst the clashing armies, in the WarLight.
An enigma wrapped in a feline grace,
A serene presence in a chaotic place.
Where tanks roll and soldiers march,
His pink shadow looms, an elegant arch.
A meow in the chaos, a sign of peace,
A reminder that even in war, wonders never cease.
So in the land of WarLight, where battles rage,
Remember the pink panther, a unique sage.
In a world of conflict, where all seems lost,
He meows softly, regardless of cost.
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