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Post by Froststrike on Mar 5, 2017 20:20:20 GMT -6
Evening was always the time for Froststrike to shine. Like most cats, the young tom definitely loved the nightlife. That's when the fun happened, and Froststrike was obviously a fun guy.
The large white tom padded into camp after a long, boring day, with his emerald eyes glowing. He was starving, but he needed someone to share with. He was a little wild, but definitely not selfish enough to eat a whole kill by himself. He trotted over to the prey pile quietly, then sat to wait for someone to chat and share a meal with. |
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