STRAY CAT STRUT — p, speckleface

[CROOKEDMOUTH.]

[color=#687384]❝THE PRICE OF MY WARS NOT THE PRICE THEY'RE WILLING TO PAY❞

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The sun had been starting to go down, nearly disappearing behind the distant mountains and providing only speckles of light now. He had been setting up patrols since the afternoon and earlier had gone out to get some prey for the clan, now exhaustion shining through tired sea-like eyes with aching paws. First day had already been stressful and tiring and now the tom only wanted some time to relax. With his mindset, it would be easy for Crookedmouth to get angry and cranky. The tom began moving through the camp only to find his leg nearly give out from under him due to a couple of kits playing with a mossball, one crashing right into his leg. For a moment he had nearly snapped his jaws at the kit, but he had held back. Instead, the tom lowered his face to nudge the mossball with his nose, sending it back to the other kit that had rolled it near him. As quick as that, the kits had moved away from him and to the other side of the camp to play. Good, now he would be left alone. Continuing through the camp, the tom moved out the entrance and moved across the sunningrocks to get out of camp where he was making his way to the river.

[member=8855]SPECKLEFACE[/member]

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