Post by Pain on May 25, 2015 10:20:56 GMT -6
Pain looked about oddly long claws outstretched as drought had said to do. Some cats would attack and didn't like outsiders he would make sure they got the message he was one of them. He padded into the rocky camp like area.
his scraggy pitch black pelt was now smelling a bit of drought and death clan along with some other stuff. Yet still reeked slightly of disgusting old fire dung clan.
His sharp yellow eyes studied his surroundings and his deformed scared face didn't turn. His one ear twitched his one claw had a left over smear of blood from storm paw.
his scraggy pitch black pelt was now smelling a bit of drought and death clan along with some other stuff. Yet still reeked slightly of disgusting old fire dung clan.
His sharp yellow eyes studied his surroundings and his deformed scared face didn't turn. His one ear twitched his one claw had a left over smear of blood from storm paw.
