Runningwind/Tom/Med. cat AC/(open)
Runningwind's eyes filled with sudden understanding. She and her sister have never had the freedom of trying fresh-kill, or have had the sweet sensation of running free with the wind riffling through their fur... he thought with a pinch of sympathy. "Wow, I never knew that any cat could be so unfortunate.." He trailed off. Then, glancing at the cat-mint, he realized that he needed to get them to safety so that they wouldn't wither in the cold. Glancing at Brownie then back at his herbs, he realize he could give them a rare opportunity. "Would you like to taste some freak kill?" He asked.














