Le chat de la ruelle.

Le chat de la ruelle.

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Delaruelle est un chat errant bien connu des habitants de son village qui le considèrent comme étant un vrai esprit malveillant, capable de vous glacer le sang d'un seul regard jaune et perçant. Seulement, les humains du coin n'ont pas à l'idée que le redoutable félin au pelage jaunâtre est en réalité un seigneur parmi les chats qui bataille avec une ardeur hors du commun afin d'étendre son territoire sur le village entier. Bien sûr Delaruelle va devoir faire face à une myriade d'événements qui achèveront de forger son âme de guerrier. Reste à savoir si il parviendra à ses fins...
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